The Merrow
I met a Merrow once,
A cunning one was she.
Her precious scarlet cap,
Atop that silver sea.
Weaving silky stories
Of a life for she and me.
Her cap she says one day,
Is to a sailor, the key.
A kiss she says is all,
All it takes for the key to the sea.
A price to pay for a life,
A life for she and me.
To get that scarlet cap,
A kiss was it to be?
And with that simple kiss,
I was a slave to the sea.
She cried, she laughed,
“You should never listen to me!"
For if she were to give that cap,
Give that cap for a life for she and me,
A Merrow she'd be no more.
A slave to earth she'd be.
I met a Merrow once,
A cunning one was she.
Her precious scarlet cap,
Atop that silver sea.
Weaving silky stories
Of a life for she and me.
Her cap she says one day,
Is to a sailor, the key.
A kiss she says is all,
All it takes for the key to the sea.
A price to pay for a life,
A life for she and me.
To get that scarlet cap,
A kiss was it to be?
And with that simple kiss,
I was a slave to the sea.
She cried, she laughed,
“You should never listen to me!"
For if she were to give that cap,
Give that cap for a life for she and me,
A Merrow she'd be no more.
A slave to earth she'd be.
