Sally is gone that was so kindly Sally is gone from Ha'nacker Hill. And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly [ And ever since then the clapper is still,]1 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:]1 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.
Three Belloc Songs
Song Cycle by Peter Warlock (1894 - 1930)
1. Ha'nacker Mill  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by (Joseph) Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953), appears in Sonnets and Verse (1923), first published 1923
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2. The Night  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose. And let the far lament of them That chaunt the dead day's requiem Make in my ears, who wakeful lie, Soft lullaby. Let them that guard the hornèd moon By my bedside their memories croon. So shall I have new dreams and blest In my brief rest. Fold your great wings about my face, Hide dawning from my resting-place, And cheat me with your false delight, Most Holy Night.
Authorship:
- by (Joseph) Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953), "The night", appears in Verses and Sonnets, first published 1896
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Language: English
I shall go without companions, And with nothing in my hand; I shall pass through many places That I cannot understand - Until I come to my own country, Which is a pleasant land! The trees that grow in my own country Are the beech tree and the yew; Many stand together And some stand few. In the month of May in my own country All the woods are new. When I get to my own country I shall lie down and sleep; I shall watch in the valleys The long flocks of sheep. And then I shall dream, for ever and all, A good dream and deep.
Authorship:
- by (Joseph) Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953), no title, appears in The Four Men, first published 1911
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