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 Right through the forest, where none can see, There's where I'm going to Tilbury Town. The men are asleep—or awake, may be— But the women are calling John Evereldown. Ever and ever they call for me, And while they call can a man be free?— So right through the forest, where none can see, There's where I'm going to Tilbury Town.

But why are you going so late, so late,— Why are you going, John Evereldown? Though the road be smooth and the path be straight, There are two long leagues to Tilbury Town. Come in by the fire, old man, and wait! Why do you chatter out there by the gate? And why are you going so late, so late,— Why are you going, John Evereldown?

I follow the women wherever they call,— That's why I'm going to Tilbury Town. God knows if I pray to be done with it all, But God is no friend to John Evereldown.— So the clouds may come and the rain may fall, The shadows may creep and the dead men crawl;— But I follow the women wherever they call, And that's why I'm going to Tilbury Town.

THE WORLD are the brothers of all humankind, And own them, whatsoever their estate; And some, for sorrow and self-scorn, are blind With enmity for man's unguarded fate.

For some there is a music all day long Like flutes in paradise, they are so glad; And there is hell's eternal under-song Of curses and the cries of men gone mad.