Sussex Drinking Song (Words: Hilaire Belloc, early 20th century; set by Martyn Wyndham-Read to the fine Irish rebel tune "The West's Awake") On Sussex Downs, where I was bred, In rains where autumn lanes are red, Where Aran tumbles in his bed And dusty gales go by. Where branches, bare on vert and glen And merry hills are whitening then; I drink strong ale with gentle-men, Which no one can deny, deny, Which no one can deny, deny. In cold November off I go, And turn my face against the snow; And watch the wind where ere it blow, Because my heart is high. 'Till I settle me down in Steyning to sing Of the girls I've met in my wandering; And all I mean to do in Spring Which no one can deny, deny, Which no one can deny, deny. 'Tho times be hard and fortunes tough, The ways be foul and the weather rough; We are of stout south country stock Who cannot have strong ale enough From Crowborough Top to Ditchling Down, From Hustpierpont to Arundel town, The girls are fine, the ale is brown; Which no one can deny, deny, Which no one can deny, deny. On Wyndham-Read's "Rose from the Bush" and also by Ian Robb on the Finest Kind CD, "Lost in a Song". I found the spelling of all the place names in the Map-Quest map of Sussex. AJS AJS oct97
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