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118 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—

O maids, I've done with 'ee all but one,

And she can never be mine!