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The High Tide.
And lo! the great bell farre and wideWas heard in all the country sideThat Saturday at eventide.
The swanherds where their sedges areMov'd on in sunset's golden breath,The shepherde lads I heard afarre,And my sonne's wife, Elizabeth;Till floating o'er the grassy seaCame downe that kyndly message free,The 'Brides of Mavis Enderby.'
Then some look'd uppe into the sky,And all along where Lindis flowsTo 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 spar'd 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"?'
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