As follows, as in 'Songscapes' by Graeme Miles and Robin Dale, well worth having:-

Cold blows the wind over Fylingdales, Horumarye horumarye,
Cold blows the wind over Fylingdales,
Cold blows the wind over Fylingdales,
Cold blows the wind, how it whines, how it wails
Horumarye horumarye.

Pale shines the moon on the burial mounds,
Where ancient bones lie in the bleak peaty ground.

Dark fly the clouds over Murk Mire way,
It's hard for to tell if it's night or it's day.

Grey hangs the mist down in Wheeldale Gill,
Grey hangs the mist, feel the damp and the chill.

If you'd like a copy of the book contact Sam Dodds, 01977 685122, or through the Grove Folk Club web page, http://www.grovefolkclub.org.uk/contact_us.html