The Grave of the Mariner
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
Copyright © Aimee Mazzone | Year Posted 2012
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