Oh, where have you been, my long, long love
This seven odd years and more
Oh, I've come to seek my former vows
Ye granted me before
Oh, do not speak of your former vows
For they will breed sad strife
Oh, do not speak of your former vows
For I have become a wife
He turned him right and round about
And the tear blinded his ee
I would never have trodden on this ground
If it had not been for thee
If I was to leave my husband dear
And my two babes also
Oh, what have you to take me to
If with you I should go
I have seven ships upon the sea
The eighth brought me to land
With four-and-twenty bold mariners
And music on every hand
She has taken up her two little babes
Kissed them both cheek and chin
Oh, fare ye well, my own two babes
For I'll never see you again
She set her foot upon the ship
No mariners could she behold
But the sails were of the teffeta
And the masts of the beaten gold
She had not sailed a league, a league
A league but barely three
When dismal grew his countenance
And drumlie grew his ee
They had not sailed a league, a league
A league but barely three
Until she espied his cloven foot
And she wept right bitterly
Oh, hold your tongue of your weeping, said he
Of your weeping now let me be
I will show you how the lilies grow
On the banks of Italy
Oh, what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills
That the sun shines sweetly on
Oh, yon are the hills of heaven, he said
Where you will never win
Oh, whaten a mountain is yon,
So dreary with frost and snow
Oh, yon is the mountain of hell
Where you and I will go
He struck the top-mast with his hand
The fore-mast with his knee
And he broke that gallant ship in twain
And sank her in the sea