Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.
A Three-part Song
I
The Weald and the Marsh and the Down countre.
Nor I don’t know which I love the most,
The Weald or the Marsh or the white Chalk coast!
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!
On a Marsh that was old when Kings begun.
Oh Romney Level and Brenzett reeds,
I reckon you know what my mind needs!
And sheep-bells tinkled where you pass.
Oh Firle an’ Ditchling an’ sails at sea,
I reckon you keep my soul for me!