My true love found me griping
Like a groaning, grouchy ghost
When I’d been left an orphan
All alone down by the coast.
My true love did enslave me
With her fatal, flirty eyes,
Seduced me with her singing
And her sultry, sylvan sighs.
My true love drew me to her
Like a spellbound, speechless slave,
Salvationless and stranded
Like a soul she’d have to save.
My true love made me merry
Like a measured mug of mirth,
Delivered me from dreaming;
Put my feet back on the earth.
My true love told me, “truly,
I will never leave your side,”
But I could not believe her,
So the love between us died.