human
Brides of Mavis Enderby.
gpt
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'?
human
Elizabeth! Elizabeth!
gpt
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. He shook as one that looks on death:
human
God save you, mother! straight he saith;
gpt
Where is my wife, Elizabeth?
human
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,
gpt
Ho Enderby! They rang
human
The Brides of Enderby!