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 -

Oh! 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 seed 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!

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 -

Oh! maids, I've done with 'ee all but one, And she can never be mine!

*Earl Godwin of the Goodwin Sands(?)

THE KNIFE AND THE NAKED CHALK