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 I.i
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.