Rural Architecture

There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,Three rosy-cheeked School-boys, the highest not moreThan the height of a Counsellor's bag;To the top of Great How did it please them to climb;And there they built up, without mortar or lime,A Man on the peak of the crag.

They built him of stones gathered up as they lay;They built him and christened him all in one day,An Urchin both vigorous and hale;And so without scruple they called him Ralph Jones.Now Ralph is renowned for the length of his bones;The Magog of Legberthwaite dale.

Just half a week after, the wind sallied forth,And, in anger or merriment, out of the NorthComing on with a terrible pother,From the peak of the crag blew the Giant away.And what did these School-boys?—The very next dayThey went and they built up another.