The Sands of Dee

"O Mary , go and call the cattle home

And call the cattle come ,

And call the cattle home ,

Across the sands of Dee!"

The western wind was wild and dank with foam,

And all alone when she the rest in tide

crept up along the sand

and over and over the sand and round and

As far as eye could see

And never home came she .

oh! is it a floating hair or A tress of golden hair ,

A drowned maiden's hair

Above the nets at sea ?

Was never salmon yet that shone so fair

Among the stakes on Dee."

They rowed her in across the rolling foam

The cruel crawling foam,

The cruel hungry foam,

To her grave beside the sea;

But still someone hear her call the cattle home

Across the sands of Dee.