'Ah, but tell me what you heard,
Campesino Garcia!'
'Shouting from the mountain-side,
Shouting until eventide;
But it dwindled and it died
Ere milking time was over.'

'Nay, but saw you nothing more,
Campesino Garcia?'
'Yes, I saw them lying there,
The little man and sorrel mare;
And in their ranks the bowmen fair,
With their staves before them.'

'And the hardy men of Spain,
Campesino Garcia?'
'Hush! but we are Spanish too;
More I may not say to you:
May God's benison, like dew,
Gently settle o'er them.'



PENNARBY MINE



Pennarby shaft is dark and steep,
Eight foot wide, eight hundred deep.