ST. MARGARET'S EVE
by: William Allingham (1824-1889)
- aint Margaret's Eve it did befall,
- The waves roll so gayly O,
- The tide came creeping up the wall,
- Love me true!
- I opened my gate; who there should stand--
- The waves roll so gayly O,
- But a fair lady, with a cup in her hand,
- Love me true!
- The cup was gold, and full of wine,
- The waves roll so gayly O,
- 'Drink,' said the lady, 'and I will be thine,'
- Love me true!
- 'Enter my castle, lady fair,'
- The waves roll so gayly O,
- 'You shall be queen of all that's there,'
- Love me true!
- A gray old harper sang to me,
- The waves roll so gayly O,
- 'Beware of the Damsel of the Sea!'
- Love me true!
- In hall he harpeth many a year,
- The waves roll so gayly O,
- And we will sit his song to hear,
- Love me true!
- 'I love thee deep, I love thee true,'
- The waves roll so gayly O,
- 'But ah! I know not how to woo,'
- Love me true!
- Down dashed the cup, with a sudden shock,
- The waves roll so gayly O,
- The wine like blood ran over the rock,
- Love me true!
- She said no word, but shrieked aloud,
- The waves roll so gayly O,
- And vanished away from where she stood,
- Love me true!
- I locked and barred my castle door,
- The waves roll so gayly O,
- Three summer days I grieved sore,
- Love me true!
- For myself a day, a night,
- The waves roll so gayly O,
- And two to moan that lady bright,
- Love me true!
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