I'M just in love with all these three,
The Weald and the Marsh and the Down countrie ;
Nor I don't know which I love the most,
The Weald or the Marsh or the white chalk coast !
I've buried my heart in a ferny hill,
'Twix' a liddle low shaw an' a great high gill.
Oh, hop-bine yaller and woodsmoke blue,
I reckon you'll keep her middling true.
I've loosed my mind fer to out and run,
On a Marsh that was old when Kings begun ;
Oh, Romney Level and Brenzett reeds,
I reckon you know what my mind needs !
I've given my soul to the Southdown grass,
And sheep-bells tinkled where you pass.
Oh, Firk and Ditchling an' sails at sea,
I reckon you keep my soul for me !
The Weald and the Marsh and the Down countrie ;
Nor I don't know which I love the most,
The Weald or the Marsh or the white chalk coast !
I've buried my heart in a ferny hill,
'Twix' a liddle low shaw an' a great high gill.
Oh, hop-bine yaller and woodsmoke blue,
I reckon you'll keep her middling true.
I've loosed my mind fer to out and run,
On a Marsh that was old when Kings begun ;
Oh, Romney Level and Brenzett reeds,
I reckon you know what my mind needs !
I've given my soul to the Southdown grass,
And sheep-bells tinkled where you pass.
Oh, Firk and Ditchling an' sails at sea,
I reckon you keep my soul for me !