Dr Syn
As I walked out on Romney Marsh one evening in July
I heard the Hawthorn crack; I swear and quiet footsteps stealing by
I hurried by without a glance as wiser men will do
And then did meet a customs man who rapidly his pistol drew
And where are you going to And where is it that you have been
You cannot pass this way tonight Were looking out for Dr Syn
I did not lie, but told to him that nothing had I seen
And down the road he strode alone by open dykes and rushes green
Near Dymchurch did I turn to watch the sun set oer the town
Beyond the sea wall waves did lap and oars cut water without sound
CHORUS
The night was still and moonless as down I lay to sleep
No sound was there but seagull cries or sudden silence among the sheep
Then slow the moon rose on the land fresher blew sea wind
At once a single shot I heard and distant cries of desperate men
CHORUS
Along the road there quickly sped a stumbling man in haste
And faster on those footsteps pressed the smuggling men in deadly chase
The rind moon gleamed with sharpest edge sea wind died to calm
Then only dyke reeds whisp-er-ed and dark waters washed away alarm
CHORUS
Cold dew of dawn lay on the grass before I did dare rise
Expecting then that I should see a silenced man before my eyes
No one walks the marsh at night Bound unto Hythe from Rye
Without the dyke reeds whispering While quite waters make reply
Bob Kenward
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