Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting,
Delaying and straying and playing and spraying,
Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing,
Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling,
And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming,
And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing,
And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping.
And curling and whirling and purling and twirling,
And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping,
An dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing,
And so never ending, but always descending,
Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending,
All at once an all o'er, with a mighty uproar
And this way the water comes down at Lodore.
Keep thinking and practicing; everything will be OK.