I saw her walking
Down by the sea
Atop the cliffs were
Just her and me.
“You’ve a new mantua
Of silk and linen.
Can your father grant
Such costly clothing?
Do you keep your figure
With stays and poison?
Is it for yourself
Or another reason?
For you are so lovely, love
From your skin to your bones
For you are so lovely, love
And I’ll hold you close
For you are so lovely, love
When you scream such lovely tones.
Where is your love, love?
He comes here nightly
I know you think of him
When you smile brightly.
Where is your love, love?
I’ve often seen him
With velvet coat and
An up-cocked hat brim.
Does he bring you gold, love?
Does he bring you silver?
Does he kiss your lips, love?
Does he make you quiver?
Who is your love, love?
A robber of the sea?
Is he a gentle noble?
Is he better than me?
For you are so lovely, love
From your skin to your bones
For you are so lovely, love
And I’ll hold you close
For you are so lovely, love
When you scream such lovely tones.”
She swam so lovely
Just like a mermaid.
With her ankles bound
And her petticoats swirling.
And down she sank
Through aphotic swelling.
And if she shall surface
There is no telling.
For you are so lovely, love
From your skin to your bones
For you are so lovely, love
Now he’ll never hold you close
For you are so lovely, love
When you scream such lovely tones.
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