_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-vine yaller and woodsmoke blue,_
_I reckon you’ll keep her middling true!_
_I’ve loosed my mind for 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 Firle an’ Ditchling an’ sails at sea,_
_I reckon you’ll keep my soul or me!_