I'm just in love with all these three, The Weald an' the Marsh an' 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 an' wood-smoke blue, I reckon you'll keep her middling true!
I've loosed my mind for to out an' run On a Marsh that was old when Kings begun:
Oh, Romney level an' Brenzett reeds, I reckon you know what my mind needs!
I've given my soul to the Southdown grass, An' sheep-bells tinkled where you pass.
Oh, Firle an' Ditchling an' sails at sea, I reckon you keep my soul for me!
THE TREASURE AND THE LAW
