Years ago in The Cider House Quatt near Bridgnorth, Shropshire. I had
occasion one summers evening, in the car park, to hear a recitation of a
famous Shropshire rural poem, The Country Shit. I have been trying to
find either a recording or a printed copy of this poem without success.
I was hoping that some one here might be able to help.

Thank you.

Chick.