Ha'nacker Mill

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.