The above copy is missing a verse, and it has line breaks in odd places. I hope this one is better:

From Whiteman's Guide to Hastings, St. Leonards, and the Neighbourhood by Spencer Whiteman (Hastings: Spencer Whiteman, 1874), page 58:


SONG OF FAIRLIGHT GLEN.

I loved the lone place in my childish days,
    For the primrose blossomed there,
And the violets grew among the harebells blue,
    And the spring birds warbled clear:
And the green boughs swung in the breeze, and sung
    Like the music of a dream;
But the charm of all was the waterfall,
    And the dripping of the stream.
                            Drip! drip! drip!
The water still falls on the mossy lip
    Of the old grey stones in the stream.

I loved the lone place in my youthful days,
    When I wandered there alone;
When far from the strife of the tide of life,
    I mused on the silent stone;
And the noontide ray of the summer day
    Through the trembling leaves would gleam;
But the best of all was the waterfall,
    And the music of the stream!
                          Drip! drip! drip!
The water still falls on the mossy lip
    Of the old grey stones in the stream.

It is sweet to rove through the wild wood grove
    When the heart is dull and sad!
It is sweet to feel the melody steal
    O'er the heart and make it glad!
And every sound in the glen around
    Is sweet as a gentle dream;
But the best of all is the waterfall,
    And the dripping of the stream.
                          Drip! drip! drip!
The water still falls on the mossy lip
    Of the old grey stones in the stream.