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… 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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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