“There once was a man called the Devil,
Who walked a long way with a shovel.
He walked to Devizes,
Which hurted his thighses
So he made a big hill and went home”
Once upon an old road, the devil, while on his travels, paid a visit to the town of Devizes. Upon entering the town he discovered that all the people in the town had converted to Christianity.
‘I can’t have this’ he said ‘I must put a stop to this nonsense before it spreads to the other towns’
He continued on his travels, all the while with the idea of Devizes playing on his mind. It was only upon his arrival in Somerset that he came up with an idea.
‘I will bury the town of Devizes under a pile of earth. That’ll teach everyone a lesson!’
So he stole a huge sack from a nearby farm and got to work filling it with soil.
It was quite a long journey back to Devizes and the Devil wasn’t one for paying too much attention, and so, here’s the thing – he got lost.
Luckily there was a man walking towards him, so he stopped him to ask directions. He was an old looking man with white hair and a long beard.
‘excuse me, sir’ said the Devil. I’m looking for Devizes, am I heading the right way?’
The man looked down at the holes in his boots and back up at the devil.
‘You know’ he said ‘I’ve been looking for Devizes for quite some time myself. I forget how long, but my beard was black at the time’.
This threw the Devil into a rage and so he dumped his sack at the side of the road, burying the man underneath it.
And thus Cley hill was born. Sometimes in the gloom of the early evening people have been known to catch a glimpse of the Devil, still wandering around and muttering to himself about the whereabouts of the town of Devizes.