The first day of Yule, I gave my dearest dear
Sprigs of berried hollins from a bush at Buttermere.
The second day of Yule, from Borrowdale’s lone fells
We heard down the valley, the chimes of far-off bells.
The third day of Yule, where children’s voices rang
Besides the banks of Rydal, a robin bravely sang.
The fourth day of Yule, my dearest dear gave me
A shepherd’s crook from Caldbeck, made from a hazel tree.
The fifth day of Yule, we saw the Northern Lights
Playing over Pavey Ark – greens and pearly whites.
The sixth night of Yule, below the Langdale Pikes
A bright eyed fox was drinking in one of Stickle’s sikes.
The seventh day of Yule, we came down Striding Edge
Then watched the falling waters under Aira bridge.
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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