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 — O 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 see 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.

O, 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.

O, Fairfield Church is water-bound From autumn to the spring; But it shall turn to high hill-ground Before my bells do ring.

O, leave me walk on Brookland Road, In the thunder and warm rain — O, 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 — O maids, I've done with 'ee all but one, And she can never be mine!