04/11/2025
O Hatherleigh! when autumn’s breath grows mild,
Thy streets awake, both bold and beguiled —
With lantern light and laughter’s cheer,
The carnival, once more, draws near.
Through cobbled veins, the torches glow,
As pageants twist and trumpets blow;
Each cottage dons its festive hue,
And hearts beat bright, both old and new.
The drums resound, the banners rise,
’Neath Devon’s ever-changing skies;
Through mist and moon, through joy and flame,
Each year returns thy storied name.
O fiery carts, O blazing night,
Ye carry forth the ancient light —
A spark from ages long since past,
Yet burning fierce, as though the last.
The children’s laughter, pure and proud,
The distant cheer of gathering crowd,
The cider shared, the music played,
All melt where memory and myth are made.
For Hatherleigh, thou art no mere place,
But pulse and passion, time and grace —
A towns heart in bright attire,
A phoenix bound by festive fire.
So light the torches, sound the drum,
Let joy proclaim, “The time has come!”
Long may thy carnival spirit reign —
O Hatherleigh, our bright refrain.