With vicar, crier, and beadle too,
To beat the parish bounds.
Away, away,
By bank and brae,
By footway and by highway:
Each lane a Lad-lane now becomes,
And ev'ry way a Boy-way.
At ev'ry well
Their notes they swell,—
One's in the water thrown;
With vicar, crier, and beadle too,
To beat the parish bounds.
Away, away,
By bank and brae,
By footway and by highway:
Each lane a Lad-lane now becomes,
And ev'ry way a Boy-way.
At ev'ry well
Their notes they swell,—
One's in the water thrown;