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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A mariner went a'pon the sea To find his fair lass a pearl So he in grand fettle Gathered his mettle And let his ship's sails unfurl No able for the deed so tough The mariner would pey the mail So he all alone Would find no stone And his venture would truly fail Ye go on the bash O mariner, so doomed And enjoy one day a'last It's a cadger's curse And your anchor's been cast For by the sea ye'll be entombed The mariner set his net afloat For the maiden of the sea he lied in wait She'd have to come soon And he'd have his boon Aye, a pearl to his lass afore it's too late He hadn't spied nary a one When he heard a lullaby tune He looked down in the deep For the nymph of the sea To see where to thrust his harpoon “Wull ye no byde a wee?” sang she Luring the poor mariner along He climbed over the aft Leaving his raft Enchanted by her devilish song So it's aw by nou O mariner so doomed For this day shall be your last It's a cadger's curse And your anchor's been cast And by the sea ye'll be entombed It'll be yon tyme afore He'll see his bonny lass again For he sank down to his grave 'Neath sea, wind and waves So was the tale of the seaman Feeling sorry for her deed The singing maiden did pay A parting gift Upon his dead lips A pearl formed of her tears was layed And so was the daith Of the mariner thus doomed A pearl for his lass Would ne'er be seen Since this day was his last When his anchor was cast And by the sea was he entombed
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