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For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you

the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager

faces turning i
Here Captain ! dear father !
This arm beneath your head !
It is some dream that on the deck

You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and

still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse

nor will ; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage

closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with

object won ;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells !
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.




Playing on the virginals,

Who but I! Sae glad, sae free,
Smelling for all cordials,

The green mint and marjorie ;
Set among the budding broom,

Kingcup and daffodilly,
By my side I made him room :

O love my Willie !
Like me, love me, girl o' gowd,

Sang he to my nimble strain;
Sweet his ruddy lips o'erflowed

Till my heartstrings rang again ;
By the broom, the bonny broom,

Kingcup and daffodilly,
In my heart I made him room :

O love my Willie !

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· Pipe and play, dear heart, sang he,

I must go, yet pipe and play ;
Soon I'll come and ask of thee

For an answer yea or nay ;
And I waited till the .flocks

Panted in yon waters stilly,
And the corn stood in the shocks :

O love my Willie !


I thought first when thou didst come

I would wear the ring for thee,
But the year told out its sum

Ere again thou sat'st by me ;
Thou hadst naught to ask that day

By kingcup and daffodilly;
I said neither yea nor nay:
O love my Willie !






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The old mayor climbed the belfry tower,

The ringers ran 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

s6 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 naught of strange, beside The flight of inews and peewits pied

By millions crouched on the old sea wall.

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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, aye, 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,




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Save where full fyve good miles away

The steeple towered from out the greene ; And lo! the great bell farre and wide Was heard in all the country side That Saturday at eventide. The swanherds where their 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 kyndly 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 down; 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 downe 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 olde sea wall (he cried) is downe,

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

Go sailing uppe the market-place.'


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He shook as one that looks on death : * God save you, mother !’straight 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

100 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 rout Then beaten foam flew round about-Then 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
And all the world was in the sea.
Upon the roofe we sate 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.'





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