on one morning

in the month of May

when all the birds

were singing



I saw a lovely maiden stray

across the fields at break of day

she softly sung her roundelay



the tide flows in

the tide flows out

twice every day returning



her cheeks were red

her eyes were brown

her hair in ringlets hanging down

upon her face to hide the frown



just as the tide was a flowing

the tide flows in

the tide flows out

twice everyday returning



a sailor's wife at home must bide

she halted heavily she sighed

"he parted from poor me , a bride

I'm widowed by the sea" she cried



just as the tide was a flowing



the tide flows in

the tide flows out

twice every day returning