There are English counties like hunting-tunes Played on the keys of a postboy's horn, But I will remember where I was born.
England has greater counties Their peace to hers is small; Low hills, rich fields, calm rivers, In Essex seek them all.
Here of a Sunday morning My love and I would lie, And see the coloured counties, And hear the larks so high About us in the sky.
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