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The old mayor climbed the belfry tower	B
The ringers ran by two by three	C
Pull if ye never pulled before	D
Good ringers pull your best quoth he	C
Play uppe play uppe O Boston bells	E
Ply all your changes all your swells	E
Play uppe 'The Brides of Enderby '	-
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Men say it was a stolen tyde	F
The Lord that sent it He knows all	G
But in myne ears doth still abide	F
The message that the bells let fall	G
And there was nought of strange beside	F
The nights of mews and peewits pied	F
By millions crouched on the old sea wall	G
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I sat and spun within the doore	D
My thread brake off I raised myne eyes	H
The level sun like ruddy ore	D
Lay sinking in the barren skies	H
And dark against day's golden death	I
She moved where Lindis wandereth	I
My sonne's faire wife Elizabeth	I
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Cusha Cusha Cusha calling	J
Ere the early dews were falling	J
Farre away I heard her song	K
Cusha Cusha all along	K
Where the reedy Lindis floweth	I
Floweth floweth	I
From the meads where melick groweth	I
Faintly came her milking song	K
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Cusha Cusha Cusha calling	J
For the dews will soone be falling	J
Leave your meadow grasses mellow	L
Mellow mellow	L
Quit your cowslips cowslips yellow	L
Come uppe Whitefoot come uppe Lightfoot	F
Quit the stalks of parsley hollow	L
Hollow hollow	L
Come uppe Jetty rise and follow	L
From the clovers lift your head	F
Come uppe Whitefoot come uppe Lightfoot	F
Come uppe Jetty rise and follow	L
Jetty to the milking shed	F
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If it be long ay long ago	L
When I beginne to think howe long	K
Againe I hear the Lindis flow	L
Swift as an arrowe sharpe and strong	K
And all the aire it seemeth mee	C
Bin full of floating bells sayth shee	M
That ring the tune of Enderby	C
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Alle fresh the level pasture lay	N
And not a shadowe mote be seene	O
Save where full fyve good miles away	N
The steeple towered from out the greene	O
And lo the great bell farre and wide	F
Was heard in all the country side	F
That Saturday at eventide	F
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The swanherds where their sedges are	D
Moved on in sunset's golden breath	I
The shepherde lads I heard afarre	D
And my sonne's wife Elizabeth	I
Till floating o'er the grassy sea	C
Came downe that kyndly message free	C
The Brides of Mavis Enderby	C
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Then some looked uppe into the sky	P
And all along where Lindis flows	Q
To where the goodly vessels lie	P
And where the lordly steeple shows	Q
They sayde And why should this thing be	C
What danger lowers by land or sea	C
They ring the tune of Enderby	C
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For evil news from Mablethorpe	R
Of pyrate galleys warping down	O
For shippes ashore beyond the scorpe	R
They have not spared to wake the towne	O
But while the west bin red to see	C
And storms be none and pyrates flee	C
Why ring 'The Brides of Enderby'	C
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I looked without and lo my sonne	O
Came riding downe with might and main	O
He raised a shout as he drew on	O
Till all the welkin rang again	O
Elizabeth Elizabeth	I
A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath	I
Than my sonne's wife Elizabeth	I
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The olde sea wall he cried is downe	O
The rising tide comes on apace	S
And boats adrift in yonder towne	O
Go sailing uppe the market place	S
He shook as one that looks on death	I
God save you mother straight he saith	I
Where is my wife Elizabeth	I
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Good sonne where Lindis winds away	N
With her two bairns I marked her long	K
And ere yon bells beganne to play	N
Afar I heard her milking song	K
He looked across the grassy lea	C
To right to left Ho Enderby	C
They rang The Brides of Enderby	C
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With that he cried and beat his breast	F
For lo along the river's bed	F
A mighty eygre reared his crest	F
And uppe the Lindis raging sped	F
It swept with thunderous noises loud	F
Shaped like a curling snow white cloud	F
Or like a demon in a shroud	F
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And rearing Lindis backward pressed	F
Shook all her trembling bankes amaine	O
Then madly at the eygre's breast	F
Flung uppe her weltering walls again	O
Then bankes came downe with ruin and rout	F
Then beaten foam flew round about	F
Then all the mighty floods were out	F
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So farre so fast the eygre drave	T
The heart had hardly time to beat	F
Before a shallow seething wave	T
Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet	F
The feet had hardly time to flee	C
Before it brake against the knee	C
And all the world was in the sea	C
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Upon the roofe we sate that night	F
The noise of bells went sweeping by	C
I marked the lofty beacon light	F
Stream from the church tower red and high	C
A lurid mark and dread to see	C
And awsome bells they were to mee	C
That in the dark rang Enderby	C
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They rang the sailor lads to guide	F
From roofe to roofe who fearless rowed	F
And I my sonne was at my side	F
And yet the ruddy beacon glowed	F
And yet he moaned beneath his breath	I
O come in life or come in death	I
O lost my love Elizabeth	I
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And didst thou visit him no more	D
Thou didst thou didst my daughter deare	D
The waters laid thee at his doore	D
Ere yet the early dawn was clear	D
Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace	S
The lifted sun shone on thy face	S
Downe drifted to thy dwelling place	S
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That flow strewed wrecks about the grass	U
That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea	C
A fatal ebbe and flow alas	U
To manye more than myne and me	C
But each will mourn his own she saith	I
And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath	I
Than my sonne's wife Elizabeth	I
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I shall never hear her more	D
By the reedy Lindis shore	D
Cusha Cusha Cusha calling	J
Ere the early dews be falling	J
I shall never hear her song	K
Cusha Cusha all along	K
Where the sunny Lindis floweth	I
Goeth floweth	I
From the meads where melick groweth	I
When the water winding down	O
Onward floweth to the town	O
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I shall never see her more	D
Where the reeds and rushes quiver	D
Shiver quiver	D
Stand beside the sobbing river	D
Sobbing throbbing in its falling	J
To the sandy lonesome shore	D
I shall never hear her calling	J
Leave your meadow grasses mellow	L
Mellow mellow	L
Quit your cowslips cowslips yellow	L
Come uppe Whitefoot come uppe Lightfoot	F
Quit your pipes of parsley hollow	L
Hollow hollow	L
Come uppe Lightfoot rise and follow	L
Lightfoot Whitefoot	F
From your clovers lift the head	F
Come uppe Jetty follow follow	L
Jetty to the milking shed	F

Jean Ingelow

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