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The old mayor climbed the belfry tower,

The ringers rang by two, by three;
“Pull, if ye never pulled before ;

Good ringers, pull your best,' quoth he. “ Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells ! Ply all your changes, all your swells,

Play uppe • The Brides of Enderby.'

Men say it was a stolen tyde

The Lord that sent it, He knows all;
But in myne ears doth still abide

The message that the bells let fall :
And there was nought of strange, beside
The flight of mews and peewits pied

By millions crouched on the old sea-wall.

I sat and spun within the doore,

My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes ;
The level sun, like ruddy ore,

Lay sinking in the barren skies,
And dark against day's golden death
She moved where Lindis wandereth,
My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth.

“ Cusha! Cusha! Cusha !" calling,
Ere the early dews were falling,
Farre away I heard her song.
“ Cusha! Cusha !" all along;
Where the reedy Lindis floweth,

Floweth, floweth,
From the meads where melick groweth
Faintly came her milking song--

“ Cusha! Cusha! Cusha !" calling,
“For the dews will soone be falling;
Leave your meadow grasses mellow,

Mellow, mellow;

Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow;
Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot,
Quit the stalks of parsley hollow,

Hollow, hollow;
Come uppe Jetty, rise and follow,
From the clovers lift your head;
Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot,
Come uppe Jetty, rise and follow,
Jetty, to the milking shed."
If it be long, ay, long ago,

When I beginne to think howe long,
Againe I hear the Lindis flow,

Swift as an arrowe, sharp and strong;
And all the aire, it seemeth mee.
Bin full of floating bells (sayth shee),
That ring the tune of Enderby.
Alle fresh the level pasture lay,

And not a shadowe mote be seene,
Save where full fyve good miles away

The steeple towered from out the greene; And lol the great bell farre and wide Was heard in all the country side That Saturday at eventide. The swanherds where there sedges are

Moved on in sunset's golden breath,
The shepherde lads I heard afarre,

And my sonne's wife, Elizabeth;
Till floating o'er the grassy sea
Came downe that kindly message free,
The “Brides of Mavis Enderby.”
Then some looked uppe into the sky,

And all along where Lindis flows
To where the goodly vessels lie,

And where the lordly steeple shows, They sayde, “And why should this thing be? What danger lowers by land or sea ? They ring the tune of Enderby!

“For evil news from Mablethorpe,

Of pyrate galleys warping downe; For shippes ashore beyond the scorpe,

They have not spared to wake the towne: But while the west bin red to see, And storms be none, and pyrates flee, Why ring. The Brides of Enderby?'

I looked without, and lo! my sonne

Came riding down with might and main : He raised a shout as he drew on,

Till all the welkin rang again, “ Elizabeth! Elizabeth!” (A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.)

“The old sea wall (he cried) is downe,

The rising tide comes on apace, And boats adrift in yonder towne

Go sailing uppe the market-place." He shook as one that looks on death: “ God save you, mother !” strait he saith; “Where is my wife, Elizabeth ?”

“Good sonne, where Lindis winds away,

With her two bairns I marked her long; And ere yon bells beganne to play

Afar I heard her milking song."
He looked across the grassy lea,
To right, to left, “Ho Enderby!"
They rang “ The Brides of Enderby!"

With that he cried and beat his breast;

For, lo! along the river's bed
A mighty eygre reared his crest,

And uppe the Lindis raging sped.
It swept with thunderous noises loud ;
Shaped like a curling snow-white cloud,
Or like a demon in a shroud.

And rearing Lindis backward pressed,

Shook all her trembling bankes amaine, Then madly at the eygre's breast

Flung uppe her weltering walls again. Then bankes came downe with ruin and routThen beaten foam flew round aboutThen all the mighty floods were out.

So farre, so fast the eygre drave,

The heart had hardly time to beat,
Before a shallow seething wave

Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet,
The feet had hardly time to flee
Before it brake against the knee,
And all the world was in the sea.

Upon the roofe we sat that night,

The noise of bells went sweeping by; I marked the lofty beacon light

Stream from the church tower, red and highA lurid mark and dread to see ; And awesome bells they were to mee, That in the dark rang "Enderby."

They rang the sailor lads to guide

From roofe to roofe who fearless rowed ;
And I—my sonne was at my side,

And yet the ruddy beacon glowed;
And yet he moaned beneath his breath,
“O come in life, or come in death!
O lost! my love, Elizabeth."

And did'st thou visit him no more?

Thou did'st, thou did'st, my daughter deare; The waters laid thee at his doore,

Ere yet the early dawn was clear, Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.

That flow strewed wrecks about the grass,

That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas!

To manye more than myne and me: But each will mourn his own (she saith), And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.

I shall never hear her more
By the reedy Lindis shore,
“ Cusha! Cusha! Cusha !" calling,
Ere the early dews be falling;
I shall never hear her song,
“ Cusha! Cusha!” all along
Where the sunny Lindis floweth,

Goeth, floweth;
From the meads where melick groweth,
When the water winding down,
Onward floweth to the town.

I shall never see her more
Where the reeds and rushes quiver,

Shiver, quiver ;
Stand beside the sobbing river,
Sobbing, throbbing, in its falling
To the sandy lonesome shore;
I shall never hear her calling,
Leave your meadow grasses mellow,

Mellow, mellow;
Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow;
Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot;
Quit your pipes of parsley hollow,

Hollow, hollow;
Come uppe Lightfoot, rise and follow;

Lightfoot, Whitefoot,
From your clovers lift the head;
Come uppe Jetty, follow, follow,
Jetty, to the milking-shed."

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