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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 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.

0, 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!

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.

0, Fairfield Church is water-bound

From autumn to the spring;

But it shall turn to high hill-ground

Before my bells do ring.

0 leave me walk on Brookland Road,

In the thunder and warm rain —

0, 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 —

0 maids, I’ve done with ‘ee all but one,

And she can never be mine!

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