BROOKLAND ROAD

I was very well pleased with what I knowed,
I reckoned myself no fool —

Till I met with a maid on the Brookland Road,
That turned me back to school.

Low down low down!

Where the liddle green lanterns shine
O maids, I've done with 'ee all but one,
And she can never be mine!

'Twas right in the middest of a hot June night,
With thunder duntin' round,

And I see'd her face by the fairy light
That beats from off the ground.

She only smiled and she never spoke,
She smiled and went away;

But when she'd gone my heart was broke,
And my wits was clean astray.

Oh! Stop your ringing and let me be —
Let be, O Brookland bells!

You'll ring Old Goodman' out of the sea,
Before I wed one else!

1 Earl Godwin of the Goodwin Sands?

Old Goodman's farm is rank sea sand,

And was this thousand year;

But it shall turn to rich plough land
Before I change my dear!

Oh! Fairfield church is water-bound
From autumn to the spring;
But it shall turn to high hill ground
Before my bells do ring!

Oh! leave me walk on the Brookland Road,
In the thunder and warm rain
Oh! leave me look where my love goed,
And p'raps I'll see her again!

Low down -low down!

Where the liddle green lanterns shine
O maids, I've done with 'ee all but one,
And she can never be mine!

71 a

The Knife and the Naked

Chalk

THE RUN OF THE DOWNS

The Weald is good, the Downs are best
I'll give you the run of 'em, East to West.
Beachy Head and Winddoor Hill,
They were once and they are still.
Firle, Mount Caburn and Mount Harry
Go back as far as sums'll carry.

Ditchling Beacon and Chanctonbury Ring,

They have looked on many a thing;

And what those two have missed between 'em
I reckon Truleigh Hill has seen 'em.
Highden, Bignor and Duncton Down
Knew Old England before the Crown.
Linch Down, Treyford and Sunwood
Knew Old England before the Flood.
And when you end on the Hampshire side-
Butser's old as Time and Tide.

The Downs are sheep, the Weald is corn,
You be glad you are Sussex born!