John Jeffreys - Ha'Nacker Mill
Sally is gone from Ha'nacker Hill
And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly
And ever since then the clapper is still
And the sweeps have fallen from Ha'nacker Mill
Ha'nacker Hill is in Desolation:
Ruin a-top and a field unploughed
And Spirits that call on a fallen nation
Spirits that loved her calling aloud:
Spirits abroad in a windy cloud
Spirits that call and no one answers;
Ha'nacker'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
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