Came down that kyndly message free,
The Brides of Mavis Enderby.
Then some looked uppe into the sky,
And all along where Lindis flows
To where the goodly vessels lie,
And where the lordly steeple shows.
They sayde, ‘And why should this thing be?
What danger lowers by land or sea?
They ring the tune of Enderby!
‘For evil news from Mablethorpe