A wanderer from the Western land,
From cities o'er the seas,
I stood one day in Scrooby's Manor,
Beneath the ancient trees.
My thoughts were from the ruins turned;
I saw that elder day,
When in the hall of Scrooby's Manor
The Pilgrims met to pray.
I saw a lonely orphan boy,
With face serene and fair,
Walk day by day to Scrooby's Manor
And join the Pilgrims there.
Sweet rang the bells of Austerfield;
He heeded not the call,
But day by day in Scrooby's Manor
He sought the chapel hall.
Grave men were they, with faces firm,
His face was young and fair —
They formed a church at Scrooby's Manor
A nation born was there.
He sleeps upon the Pilgrim hill.
Precisioner was he?
A ruin old is Scrooby's Manor;
He built beyond the sea.
Scrooby Manor was the home of Pilgrim Father William Brewster, who sailed to America on the Mayflower in 1620.
Much of the Manor was demolished by order of Charles II in the 17th century. The remainder was knocked down in the early 19th Century.
William Bradford, another of the Pilgrim Fathers who sailed on the Mayflower. He was from Austerfield.