Coordinates: 51°38′24″N 1°51′00″W / 51.640°N 1.850°W / 51.640; -1.850
Cricklade is a small town and civil parish on the River Thames in north Wiltshire in England, midway between Swindon and Cirencester. The 2001 census recorded Cricklade's population as 4,132. This increased to 4,227 in the 2011 census.
Cricklade is twinned with Sucé-sur-Erdre in France. Cricklade's Latin motto is In Loco Delicioso, which means "in a pleasant place".
On 25 September 2011 Cricklade was awarded the Royal Horticultural Society's 'Champion of Champions' award in the Britain in Bloom competition. The small town has many sporting events and hosts the annual Cricklade Show. Cricklade has a large Jubilee clock, erected in 1898 in honour of Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee the preceding year. The clock stands outside the Vale Hotel in High Street, where the Town Cross once stood; there are two versions of the cross in Cricklade, one in the churchyard of St Sampson's, the other at St Mary's, and there is local rivalry as to which one is believed to be the older.
Cricklade was a parliamentary constituency named after the town of Cricklade in Wiltshire.
From 1295 until the general election of 1885, Cricklade was a parliamentary borough, returning two members of parliament (MPs) to the House of Commons of the Parliament of the United Kingdom, previously to the House of Commons of England.
Initially this consisted of only the town of Cricklade, but from 1782 the vote was extended to the surrounding countryside as a punishment for the borough's corruption. The extended area came to include the village of Swindon, which later grew into a large town with the coming of the railways in the 19th century.
From the 1885 general election the borough was abolished, but the name was transferred to a county division of Wiltshire covering much the same area, and electing a single MP. This constituency was abolished for the 1918 general election, being mostly replaced by the new Swindon constituency.
1885-1918: The Sessional Divisions of Cricklade and Swindon.
Come all you true born Irishmen and listen to my song
I am a bold buck navvy and I don't know right from wrong
Of late I've been transported from Ireland's holy shore
My case is sad my crime is bad I was born poor
chorus:
Cricklewood Cricklewood
You stole my youth away
I was young and innocent
You were old and grey
If you are born poor me lads it is a shocking state
The judge will sit upon your crime and this he will
relate
I find the prisoner guilty and the law I must lay down
Let him be transported straight away to Camden Town
chorus
Take him down to Cricklewood and leave him in the pub
Call the barman landlord then propose to him a sub
Leave him down in Cricklewood mid mortar bricks and lime