The Dean is seated in the Vale With many a pleasant view Whatever ills our land assail The villagers are true True to their Country, and their Crown And faithful to their King Their friendship has for ages grown There is no chance for "Swing" For if the raging flames ascend, redden all the sky The many there from end to end, to drain the river dry The lovely lasses tripped along, the river stopped to gaze Kissed their white hands, with them ran, to stop the Raging Blaze And this shall long remembered be When we are in the tomb Our sons shall sing with ecstasy They saved the widow's home And if the raging flames ascend, Redden all the sky The many there from end to end, to drain the river dry The lovely lasses tripped along, the river stopped to gaze Kissed their white hands, with them ran, to stop the Raging Blaze