No 32 THE DROWNED LOVER

1 As I was a-walking down by the sea-shore, Where the winds whistled high, and the waters did roar, Where the winds whistled high, and the waves raged around, I heard a fair maid make a pitiful sound, Crying, O! my love is drowned! My love must I deplore! And I never, O! never Shall see my love more! 2 I never a nobler, a truer did see A lion in courage, but gentle to me, An eye like an eagle, a heart like a dove, And the song that he sang me was ever of love. Now I cry, O! my love is drowned! My love must I deplore! And I never, O! never Shall see my love more! 3 He is sunk in the waters, there lies he asleep, I will plunge there as well, I will kiss his cold feet, I will kiss the white lips, once coral-like red, And die at his side, for my true love is dead. Now I cry, O! my love is drowned. My love must I deplore And I never, O! never Shall see my love more!