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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'd 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.


0, stop your ringing and let me be--
Let be, 0 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.


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


0, leave me walk on Brookland Road,
In the thunder and warm rain--
0, 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--
0 maids, I've done with 'ee all but one,
And she can never be mine!
Written by: Rudyard Kipling

Book: Shattered Sighs