The swanh Moved o The shephe And my Till floatin the reedy Lindis floweth, Floweth, floweth, he meads where melick groweth ly came her milking-song: Cusha! Cusha!" calling, e dews will soone be falling; our meadow grasses mellow, Came dow The "Brid Mellow, mellow; What dang your cowslips, cowslips yellow; They ring Hollow, hollow; e stalks of parsley hollow, e Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot, "For evil ppe Jetty, rise and follow, the clovers lift your head; e Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot, ope Jetty, rise and follow, to the milking-shed." long, aye, long ago, I beginne to think howe long, I hear the Lindis flow, as an arrowe, sharpe and strong; the aire it seemeth mee of floating bells (sayeth shee), ■g the tune of “ Enderby." Of pyrat For shippe They hay But while And storm Why ring (A sweete བསན མད་པ ་པཔས མཐས་ཆ ཨ་་ ཨ་ eple towered from out the greene; herds where their sedges are e looked uppe into the sky, I along where Lindis flows, the goodly vessels lie, e the lordly steeple shows; le, "And why should this thing be? ger lowers by land or sea? g the tune of Enderby' ! news from Mablethorpe ate galleys warping down, Des ashore beyond the scorpe, ave not spared to wake the towne; e the west bin red to see, ms be none, and pyrates flee, without, and lo! my sonne iding downe with might and main; a shout as he drew on, the welkin rang again, "Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" er woman ne'er drew breath sonne's wife, Elizabeth.) ng uppe the market-place." ne, where Lindis winds away r two bairns I marked her long; co left,-" Ho, Enderby !" he cried and beat his breast; eygre reared his crest, be the Lindis raging sped. -ith thunderous noises loud; ke a curling snow-white cloud, lemon in a shroud. ng Lindis, backward pressed, ppe her weltering walls again. es came downe with ruin and rout en foam flew round about ne mighty floods were out. so fast the eygre drave, ad hardly time to flee མསྡམ་ from the church tower, red and highnark and dread to see; some bells they were to mee, g the sailor lads to guide. et the ruddy beacon glowed: st thou visit him no more? didst, thou didst, my daughter deare! ers laid thee at his doore, et the early dawn was clear. tty bairns in fast embrace, ed sun shone on thy face, drifted to thy dwelling-place. w strewed wrecks about the grass, nye more than myne and mee: 1 never hear her more he water winding down floweth to the town. never see her more, e reeds and rushes quiver, Shiver, quiver, e the sobbing river, throbbing, in its falling, e sandy lonesome shore; ver hear her calling, our meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow; cowslips, cowslips yellow; Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot; - pipes of parsley hollow, Lightfoot, rise and follow; Lightfoot, Whitefoot, our clovers lift the head; Feed them white lady in yon high tower, rkeneth in her sleep. |