GOOD NIGHT, we'd best be jogging on, The moon's been up a while, We've got to get to Bonnington, Nigh seven mile. But the marsh ain'd so lone if you've heered a good song, And you hum it aloud as you cater along, Nor the stiles half so high, nor the pack so like lead, If you've heered a good tale an' it runs in your head. So, come, we'd best be jogging on, The moon will give us light, We've got to get to Bonnington, To sleep to-night. |