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-- 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