{"product_id":"2940149577057","title":"Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 4 (of 4) (Illustrated)","description":"T he old mayor climbed the belfry tower,\u003cbr\u003eThe ringers ran by two, by three;\u003cbr\u003e\"Pull, if ye never pulled before;\u003cbr\u003eGood ringers, pull your best,\" quoth he.\u003cbr\u003e\"Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells!\u003cbr\u003ePly all your changes, all your swells,\u003cbr\u003ePlay uppe 'The Brides of Enderby.'\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMen say it was a stolen tyde—\u003cbr\u003eThe Lord that sent it, He knows all;\u003cbr\u003eBut in myne ears doth still abide\u003cbr\u003eThe message that the bells let fall:\u003cbr\u003eAnd there was nought of strange, beside\u003cbr\u003eThe flights of mews and peewits pied\u003cbr\u003eBy millions crouched on the old sea wall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI sat and spun within the doore,\u003cbr\u003eMy thread brake off, I raised myne eyes;\u003cbr\u003eThe level sun, like ruddy ore,\u003cbr\u003eLay sinking in the barren skies;\u003cbr\u003eAnd dark against day's golden death\u003cbr\u003eShe moved where Lindis wandereth,\u003cbr\u003eMy sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!\" calling,\u003cbr\u003eEre the early dews were falling,\u003cbr\u003eFar re away I heard her song.\u003cbr\u003e\"Cusha! Cusha!\" all along;\u003cbr\u003eWhere the reedy Lindis floweth,\u003cbr\u003eFloweth, floweth,\u003cbr\u003eFrom the meads where melick groweth\u003cbr\u003eFaintly came her milking song.—\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!\" calling,\u003cbr\u003e\"For the dews will soone be falling;\u003cbr\u003eLeave your meadow grasses mellow,\u003cbr\u003eMellow, mellow;\u003cbr\u003eQuit your cowslips, cowslips yellow;\u003cbr\u003eCome uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Light-\u003cbr\u003efoot;\u003cbr\u003eQuit the stalks of parsley hollow,\u003cbr\u003eHollow, hollow;\u003cbr\u003eCome uppe Jetty, rise and follow,\u003cbr\u003eFrom the clovers lift your head;\u003cbr\u003eCome uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Light-\u003cbr\u003efoot,\u003cbr\u003eCome uppe Jetty, rise and follow,\u003cbr\u003eJetty, to the milking shed,\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf it be long, aye, long ago,\u003cbr\u003eWhen I beginne to think howe long,\u003cbr\u003eAgaine I hear the Lindis flow,\u003cbr\u003eSwift as an arrowe, sharpe and strong;\u003cbr\u003eAnd all the aire, it seemeth mee,\u003cbr\u003eBin full of floating bells (sayth shee),\u003cbr\u003eThat ring the tune of Enderby.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlle fresh the level pasture lay,\u003cbr\u003eAnd not a shadowe mote be seene,\u003cbr\u003eSave where full fyve good miles away\u003cbr\u003eThe steeple towered from out the greene;\u003cbr\u003eAnd lo! the great bell farre and wide\u003cbr\u003eWas heard in all the country side\u003cbr\u003eThat Saturday at eventide.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe swannerds where their sedges are\u003cbr\u003eMoved on in sunset's golden breath,\u003cbr\u003eThe shepherde lads I heard afarre,\u003cbr\u003eAnd my sonne's wife, Elizabeth;\u003cbr\u003eTill floating o'er the grassy sea\u003cbr\u003eCame downe that kyndly message free,\u003cbr\u003eThe \"Brides of Mavis Enderby.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen some looked uppe into the sky,\u003cbr\u003eAnd all along where Lindis flows\u003cbr\u003eTo where the goodly vessels lie,\u003cbr\u003eAnd where the lordly steeple shows.\u003cbr\u003eThey sayde, \"And why should this thing be?\u003cbr\u003eWhat danger lowers by land or sea?\u003cbr\u003eThey ring the tune of Enderby!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"For evil news from Mabelthorpe,\u003cbr\u003eOf pyrate galleys warping down;\u003cbr\u003eFor shippes ashore beyond the scorpe,\u003cbr\u003eThey have not spared to wake the towne:\u003cbr\u003eBut while the west bin red to see,\u003cbr\u003eAnd storms be none, and pyrates flee,\u003cbr\u003eWhy ring 'The Brides of Enderby?'\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI looked without, and lo! my sonne\u003cbr\u003eCame riding downe with might and main:\u003cbr\u003eHe raised a shout as he drew on,\u003cbr\u003eTill all the welkin rang again,\u003cbr\u003e\"Elizabeth! Elizabeth!\"\u003cbr\u003e(A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath\u003cbr\u003eThan my sonne's wife, Elizabeth).\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The olde sea wall (he cried) is downe,\u003cbr\u003eThe rising tide comes on apace,\u003cbr\u003eAnd boats adrift in yonder towne\u003cbr\u003eGo sailing uppe the market-place.\"\u003cbr\u003eHe shook as one that looks on death:\u003cbr\u003e\"God save you, mother!\" straight he saith;\u003cbr\u003e\"Where is my wife, Elizabeth?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Good sonne, where Lindis winds away\u003cbr\u003eWith her two bairns I marked her long;\u003cbr\u003eAnd ere yon bells beganne to play\u003cbr\u003eAfar I heard her milking song.\"\u003cbr\u003eHe looked across the grassy lea,\u003cbr\u003eTo right, to left, \"Ho Enderby!\"\u003cbr\u003eThey rang \"The Brides of Enderby!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith that he cried and beat his breast;\u003cbr\u003eFor, lo! along the river's bed\u003cbr\u003eA mighty eygre reared his crest,\u003cbr\u003eAnd up the Lindis raging sped.\u003cbr\u003eIt swept with thunderous noises loud;\u003cbr\u003eShaped like a curling snow-white cloud,\u003cbr\u003eOr like a demon in a shroud.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd rearing Lindis backward pressed,\u003cbr\u003eShook all her trembling bankes amaine;\u003cbr\u003eThen madly at the eygre's breast\u003cbr\u003eFlung uppe her weltering walls again.\u003cbr\u003eThen bankes came downe with ruin and rout—\u003cbr\u003eThen beaten foam flew round about—\u003cbr\u003eThen all the mighty floods were out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo farre, so fast the eygre drave,\u003cbr\u003eThe heart had hardly time to beat,\u003cbr\u003eBefore a shallow seething wave\u003cbr\u003eSobbed in the grasses at oure feet:\u003cbr\u003eThe feet had hardly time to flee\u003cbr\u003eBefore it brake against the knee,\u003cbr\u003eAnd all the world was in the sea.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUpon the roofe we sate that night,\u003cbr\u003eThe noise of bells went sweeping by:\u003cbr\u003eI marked the lofty beacon light\u003cbr\u003eStream from the church tower, red and high—\u003cbr\u003eA lurid mark and dread to see;\u003cbr\u003eAnd awsome bells they were to mee,\u003cbr\u003eThat in the dark rang \"Enderby.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"Lost Leaf Publications","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079752663280,"sku":"2940149577057","price":1.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149577057_p0.jpg?v=1763719207","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149577057","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}