Songs Of The Road

you've got to pay the price,
There are many sorts of visions, but none

of 'em is nice."

They found that day at Leonards Lee and

ran to Shipley Wood,
'Ell-for-leather all the way, with scent

and weather good.
Never a check to 'Orton Beck and on

across the Weald,
And all the way the Sussex clay was weedin'

out the field.

There's not a man among them could

remember such a run,
Straight as a rule to Bramber Pool and on

by Annington,
They followed still past Breeding 'ill

and on by Steyning Town,
Until they'd cleared the 'edges and were

out upon the Down.

Full thirty mile from Plimmers Style,

without a check or fault,
Full thirty mile the 'ounds 'ad run and

never called a 'alt.
One by one the Field was done until at

Finden Down,
There was no one with the 'untsman save

young Jeremiah Brown.

And then the 'untsman '_e_ was beat.