Volume 147 — THE SOUTHDOWNS.
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The Grey Men of the South They look to glim of seas, This gentle day of drouth And sleepy Autumn bees, Pale skies and wheeling hawk And scent of trodden thyme, Brown butterflies and chalk And the sheep-bells' chime.
The Grey Men they are old, Ah, very old they be; They've stood upside the wold Since all eternity; They standed in a ring And the elk-bull roared to them When Solomon was king In famed Jerusalem.
King Solomon was wise; He was King David's son; He lifted up his eyes To see his hill-tops run; And his old heart found cheer, As yours and mine may do On these grey days, my dear, Nor'-East of Piddinghooe.