And Pendle, of the north, the highest hill that be,
Do wistly me behold, and are beheld of me.
These mountains make me proud, to gaze on me that stand,
So Longridge, once arrived on the Lancastrian strand,
Salutes me, and with smiles me to his soil invites,
So have I many a flood that forward me excites,
As Hodder that from Home attends me from my spring,
Then Calder, coming down from Blackstonedge doth bring
Me easily on my way to Preston, the greatest town
Wherewith my banks are blest, where, at my going down,