Thomas Hardy - A Merrymaking In Question lyrics

"I will get a new string for my fiddle, And call to the neighbours to come, And partners shall dance down the middle Until the old pewter-wares hum: And we'll sip the mead, cyder, and rum!" From the night came the oddest of answers: A hollow wind, like a ba**oon, And headstones all ranged up as dancers, And cypresses droning a croon, And gurgoyles that mouthed to the tune.