‘Good sonne, where Lindis winds away

With her two bairns I marked her long;

Arid ere yon bells beganne to play

Afar I heard her milking song.’

He looked across the grassy lea,

To right, to left, ‘Ho Enderby!’

They rang The Brides of Enderby!

With that he cried and beat his breast;

For, lo! along the river’s bed

A mighty eygre reared his crest,