Sofia Tyzes |
I was walking along the road to Kilkee When I spied a maid with ribbons in her hair She looked at me with sorrowful eyes And she told me her tale of despair My love from whom my bosom torn Now dwells within Poseidon's realm Dragged into that murky land By the maid, the maid of the sea. She held within her lily white hand A spear weathered with age "This spear," she said, "I carry hence To kill that horrid maid." "My Liam was a bonny lad Brave and sure and true We were to wed upon the green The 20th of June." "He went out fishing on the sea To feed his hungry family. She loved my bonny Liam fair That hag, the hag of the sea." The maid, she turned and walked away Her step was firm and sure. I watched her walk toward the sea Ribbons dancing in her hair. My business kept me on the road For months, hear half a year. At last I went back to Kilkee And thought of maid so pure. I asked the fate of that fair lass Of wizened man inside the Inn. He filled our mugs with golden mead And shook his silver head. I know the lass whereof you speak He told me quietly. My son was there he saw it all As she went into the sea. She called out to the mighty sea A challenge to her foe Striding into the briny waves To the realm below. No more was seen of maiden sweet Her fate remains a mystery. Her broken spear was washed ashore On the beach of sad Kilkee. |
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