A Three-Part Song

IíM JUST in love with all these three,
The Weald and the Marsh and the Down countree.
Nor I donít know which I love the most,
The Weald or the Marsh or the white Chalk coast!

Iíve buried my heart in a ferny hill,
Twixí a liddle low shaw aní a great high gill.
Oh hop-bine yaller aní wood-smoke blue,
I reckon youíll keep her middling true!

Iíve 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!

Iíve given my soul to the Southdown grass,
And sheep-bells tinkled where you pass.
Oh Firle aní Ditchling aní sails at sea,
I reckon you keep my soul for me!