Desperation

My fault, my love, I led you there,

No longer shall I see you where,

We danced upon the river's edge,

The night we laughed and loved and pledged,

That I should wed this august daughter,

And we should hold our tryst no longer,

Instead you perished and left this pauper,

To laugh no more and grieve much harder,

And I tell you love, be I no martyr,

I'm coming soon to be with you under the water.

'Neath Adam's Ale she waits for me,

She feels my tears and hears my plea,

That I should be alone no longer,

Crippled by the way I wronged her,

So I tell you love, be I no martyr,

I'm coming soon to be with you under the water.

And I yearn for her grace,

And I long for her face,

So I promise love, be I no martyr,

I'm coming so soon to be with you under the water.