The Daemon Lover

'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.