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| 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. | |
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| Low down—low down! | 5 |
| Where the liddle green lanterns shine— | |
| O maids, I’ve done with ’ee all but one, | |
| And she can never be mine! | |
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| ’Twas right in the middest of a hot June night, | |
| With thunder duntin’ round, | 10 |
| And I see’d her face by the fairy light | |
| That beats from off the ground. | |
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| She only smiled and she never spoke, | |
| She smiled and went away; | |
| But when she’d gone my heart was broke | 15 |
| And my wits was clean astray. | |
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| O, stop your ringing and let me be— | |
| Let be, O Brookland bells! | |
| You’ll ring Old Goodman 1 out of the sea, | |
| Before I wed one else! | 20 |
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| 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. | |
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| O, Fairfield Church is water-bound | 25 |
| From autumn to the spring; | |
| But it shall turn to high hill-ground | |
| Before my bells do ring. | |
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| O, leave me walk on Brookland Road, | |
| In the thunder and warm rain— | 30 |
| O, leave me look where my love goed, | |
| And p’raps I’ll see her again! | |
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| Low down—low down! | |
| Where the liddle green lanterns shine— | |
| O maids, I’ve done with ’ee all but one, | 35 |
| And she can never be mine! | |
