Land Song of the West Country

The lanes are long, and 'ome is far,
But we'll go joggin', joggin' on.
Up dimsy sky, 'ere comes a star,
Over the bank the flowers peep
To see if 'tis the time to sleep.
But we'll go joggin' on.

The sunset's sinkin' down apace,
But we'll go joggin', joggin' on.
The land's all like a maiden's face,
The more yu look the less yu see,
'Tis all a movin' mystery.
And we'll go joggin' on.

The trout are risin' in the stream,
We ford it, joggin', joggin' on.
The mill-wheel's turnin' in a dream;
The chafer's boomin' over'ead,
And every liddl' bird's in bed.
And we go joggin' on.

The cottages are prayin' smoke,
As we go joggin', joggin' on.
The 'ayrick's bonneted a-poke;
The beasts are chewin' at their ease
The evenin' cud beneath the trees,
As we go joggin' on.

There's many a teasin' drop o' rain
As we go joggin', joggin' on;
And many a brave while fine again;
There's many a dip and many a rise,
And many a smile o' dinky eyes.
There's many a scent, and many a tune,
And over all the liddl' m√ľne,
As we go joggin' on!
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