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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.

O stop your ringing and let me be —

Let be, O Brookland bells!

You'll ring Old GoodmanA 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 the 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!