| “WHERE are you going to-night, to-night,— | |
| Where are you going, John Evereldown? | |
| There’s never the sign of a star in sight, | |
| Nor a lamp that’s nearer than Tilbury Town. | |
| Why do you stare as a dead man might? | 5 |
| Where are you pointing away from the light? | |
| And where are you going to-night, to-night,— | |
| Where are you going, John Evereldown?” | |
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| “Right through the forest, where none can see, | |
| There’s where I’m going, to Tilbury Town. | 10 |
| The men are asleep,—or awake, may be,— | |
| But the women are calling John Evereldown. | |
| Ever and ever they call for me, | |
| And while they call can a man be free? | |
| So right through the forest, where none can see, | 15 |
| There’s where I’m going, to Tilbury Town.” | |
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| “But why are you going so late, so late,— | |
| Why are you going, John Evereldown? | |
| Though the road be smooth and the way be straight, | |
| There are two long leagues to Tilbury Town. | 20 |
| Come in by the fire, old man, and wait! | |
| Why do you chatter out there by the gate? | |
| And why are you going so late, so late,— | |
| Why are you going, John Evereldown?” | |
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| “I follow the women wherever they call,— | 25 |
| That’s why I’m going to Tilbury Town. | |
| God knows if I pray to be done with it all, | |
| But God is no friend to John Evereldown. | |
| So the clouds may come and the rain may fall, | |
| The shadows may creep and the dead men crawl,— | 30 |
| But I follow the women wherever they call, | |
| And that’s why I’m going to Tilbury Town.” | |
