Hanacker Mill

 Sally is gone that was so kindly,
Sally is gone from Ha'nacker Hill
And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly;
And ever since then the clapper is still.
.
.

And the sweeps have fallen from Ha'nacker Mill.


Ha'nacker Hill is in Desolation:
Ruin a-top and a field unploughed.

And Spirits that call on a fallen nation,
Spirits that loved her calling aloud,
Spirits abroad in a windy cloud.


Spirits that call and no one answers --
Ha'nacker's down and England's done.

Wind and Thistle for pipe and dancers,
And never a ploughman under the Sun:
Never a ploughman.
 Never a one.

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