'Where have you been my long, long love   These seven long years or more?   I'm seeking for my former vows   You gave to me before'      'Oh, hold your tongue of your former vows   For they will breed sad strife   Hold your tongue of your former vows   For I'm become a wife'      He's turned him right and round about   And the salt tear blint his ee   'I never would have trodden on Irish ground   But for the love of thee'      'If I should leave my dear husband   And my two babes also   What have you to take me to   If I with you would go?'      'I've seven ships upon the sea   And the eighth brought me to land   With four and twenty mariners bold   And music on command'      She's put her foot on board the ship   No mariners she beheld   But the sails were of the taffeta   And the masts of the beaten gold      They had not sailed a league, a league   A league but barely three   Til dismal grew his countenance   And drumly grew the sea      They had not sailed a league, a league   A league but barely three   Until she saw his cloven foot   And she wept most bitterly      'Leave off your weeping' then said he   'Of your weeping let me be   And I'll show you how the lilies grow   On the banks of Italy'      'What hill, what hill is thon I see   As white as any snow?'   'Thon is the hill of heaven' he said   Where all good people go      'What hill, what hill is thon I see   As black as any coal?'   'Thon is the hill of hell' he said   'Where you and I must go'      He struck the top mast with his hand   And the main mast with his knee   And he struck that gallant ship in two   And he sunk her beneath the sea.