Than here, where high and breezy hills
O’er look Old Humber’s wave,
And view the rich, green, wooded shores
That His broad waters lave?
Far o’er the ample plain beneath,
Lanes, corn-fields, woodlands lie,
Till lost in distant purple hues
They mingle with the sky.
The lordly seat, the village church,
The hamlet, cot and farm,