The Sally Bride’s Lament

The Sally Bride’s Lament
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‘Twas early spring, the year was young
The flowers they bloomed and the birds they sung
And all were glad, but none so giad an Ii
For ny love, a salior led, was nigh

‘Tis scarce three months since we were wed
But, oh, how swift have the moments sped:
And we must part at the dawning of the day
And the proud ship bear my love away

Time sped on against my will
The morning dawned all bleak and chill;
The satior and his loving bride
A-weeping by the rolling tile

Long months rolled by, but he came no more,
To meet his bride on the lonely shore;
For the ship went down in the howling of the storm,
And the waves engulfed my saltor’s form

Tis autumn now, and I’m left alone,
The flowers are all dead, and the birds all flown
And all are sad, but none so sad as I
For my estior ind no more is nigh

My salior sleeps beneath the wave
The mermaids sing o’er his ocean grave;
The maids now await at the bottom of the sea
And are weeping tears of grief for me

I would that I were sleeping, too,
Beneath the waves of the ocean blue
My soul with my God and my body in the sea
And the wild waves rolling over me