A Book of Dartmoor — Chapter 11

"Tincombe Lane is all uphillOr downhill, as you take it;You tumble up, and crack your crown,Or tumble down and break it.

"Tincombe Lane is crook'd and straight,Here pothook, there as arrow,'Tis smooth to foot, 'tis full of rut,'Tis wide, and then, 'tis narrow.

"Tincombe Lane is just like life,From when you leave your mother;'Tis sometimes this, 'tis sometimes that,'Tis one thing or the other."