When twilight came mantled in lilac and grey,
Would sound the sweet clangour of chapel-bells ringing
"Ding-dong, ding-a-dong-dey,"
From over the hills and away.
It was an earl's daughter, she lived in a tower
(Ding-dong, ding-a-dong-dey),
But the salt sea arose in a terrible hour
And smothered her singing in spray.
It changed her to rock, and she lies in her chamber,
Her faithful stone minstrels all crouched by her side;