Sally is gone that was so kindly;
Sally is gone from Hannaker Hill,
And the briar grows ever since then so blindly;
And ever since then the clapper is still...
And the sweeps have fallen from Hannaker Mill.
Hannaker Hill is in desolation;
Ruin a-top and a field unploughed.
And Spirits that call on a falling nation,
Spirits that loved her calling aloud,
Spirits abroad in a windy cloud.
Spirits that call and no one answers--
Hannaker'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.