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  A THREE-PART SONG

  _I'm just in love with all these three,_ _The Weald and the Marsh and 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-vine yaller and woodsmoke blue,_ _I reckon you'll keep her middling true!_

  _I've 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!_

  _I've given my soul to the Southdown grass,_ _And sheep-bells tinkled where you pass._ _Oh Firle an' Ditchling an' sails at sea,_ _I reckon you'll keep my soul or me!_

  THE TREASURE AND THE LAW