I was very well pleased with what I knowed, I reckoned myself no fool – Till I met with a maid on the Brookland Road, That turned me back to school. Low down-low down! Where the liddle green lanterns shine – O maids, I've done with 'ee all but one, And she can never be mine! 'Twas right in the middest of a hot June night, With thunder duntin' round, And I see her face by the fairy-light That beats from off the ground. She only smiled and she never spoke, She smiled and went away; But when she'd gone my heart was broke And my wits was clean astray. O, stop your ringing and let me be – Let be, O Brookland bells! You'll ring Old Goodman out of the sea, Before I wed one else! Old Goodman's Farm is rank sea-sand, And was this thousand year; But it shall turn to rich plough-land Before I change my dear. O, Fairfield Church is water-bound From autumn to the spring; But it shall turn to high hill-ground Before my bells do ring. O, leave me walk on Brookland Road, In the thunder and warm rain – O, leave me look where my love goed, And p'raps I'll see her again! Low down – low down! Where the liddle green lanterns shine – O maids, I've done with 'ee all but one, And she can never be mine!