| Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922. | | | | A Three-part Song |
| | | I’M just in love with all these three, | |
| The Weald and the Marsh and the Down countre. | |
| Nor I don’t know which I love the most, | |
| The Weald or the Marsh or the white Chalk coast! | |
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| I’ve buried my heart in a ferny hill, | 5 |
| 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! | |
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| I’ve loosed my mind for to out and run | |
| On a Marsh that was old when Kings begun. | 10 |
| Oh Romney Level and Brenzett reeds, | |
| I reckon you know what my mind needs! | |
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| I’ve given my soul to the Southdown grass, | |
| And sheep-bells tinkled where you pass. | |
| Oh Firle an’ Ditchling an’ sails at sea, | 15 |
| I reckon you keep my soul for me! | | | | |
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