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. @3Low 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!@1 '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! @3Low 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!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DANCE OF THE SEVIN DEIDLY SYNNIS by WILLIAM DUNBAR THE EMULATION by SARAH FYGE EGERTON THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT: 21 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) AS THE NEW YEAR [18 B.C.] DAWNED by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 24 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH NOT TOO UNIMPORTANT by BERTON BRALEY AT THE FIREMEN'S EXHIBITION by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |