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Anonymous ID: 6135f3 Aug. 31, 2025, 7:31 a.m. No.23531121   🗄️.is 🔗kun

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A Three-Part Song

 

I’m just in love with all these three,

The Weald and the Marsh and the Down countree.

Nor I don’t know which I love the most,

The Weald or the Marsh or the white Chalk coast!

 

I’ve buried my heart in a ferny hill,

Twix’ a liddle low shaw an’ a great high gill.

Oh hop-bine yaller an’ wood-smoke blue,

I reckon you’ll keep her middling true!

 

I’ve loosed my mind for to out and run

On a Marsh that was old when Kings begun.

Oh Romney Level and Brenzett reeds,

I reckon you know what my mind needs!

 

I’ve given my soul to the Southdown grass,

And sheep-bells tinkled where you pass.

Oh Firle an’ Ditchling an’ sails at sea,

I reckon you keep my soul for me!

 

https://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poem/poems_threepart.htm

 

Brookland Road

“Marklake Witches”

in Rewards and Fairies

 

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!

 

2

'Twas right in the middest of a hot June night,

With thunder duntin' round,

And I see her face by the fairy-light

That beats from off the ground.

3

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.

4

O, 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!

5

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.

6

O, Fairfield Church is water-bound

From autumn to the spring;

But it shall turn to high hill-ground

Before my bells do ring.

7

O, leave me walk on Brookland Road,

In the thunder and warm rain –

O, 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!

 

https://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poem/poems_brookland.htm