M’lady o’the Sea

The waters here are dark and deep,

no light can touch their caps,

down below is where you’ll sleep,

with all those other chaps

should you dare to cross her fair,

m’lady o’the sea.

But don’t fear my dear,

I’ll still be near should she come to thee.

 

Her hair is gold and silver thread,

spun from an ancient sail,

of the ship they call the Dread,

that upon her rocks did fail.

It dared to take a route about,

her hospitality.

But don’t fear my dear,

I’ll still be near should she come to thee.

 

Her soul is fickle and full of flight,

her eyes are deep as wine,

her hands are long and cold and white,

and bind your heart with twine.

With tongue of slips, her poison drips,

of immortality.

But don’t fear my dear,

I’ll still be near should she come to thee.

 

Though grace she tries and fair she flaunts,

she is a foul maid,

you must not wander to her haunts,

or lost you’ll be in shade.

and with a snap, your life she’ll trap,

to never more be free.

But don’t fear my dear,

I’ll still be near should she come to thee.

 

I’ll be the captain of the ship,

with spyglass in my hand,

I’ll cast about for her rosy lip,

as I steer us all to land.

But should I fail to prevail,

I’ll give my life for thee,

so that my dear, you won’t be near,

m’lady o’the sea.

 

© Joy Knowles

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