And fair are the churches of Plymouth dean,[7]
And tall was the church that stood on the quay.
“Now lonely old Susan lived on the moor,
Away from the tower of Plymouth Green,
Away from the roads of Plymouth dean.
A little old woman and poor was she,
Whose father had died on the stormy sea,
And she went to the church on each Lord’s Day,
Though her cottage was many a mile away—
To the sailor’s church that looked o’er the bay,