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 everyday returning


her cheeks were red
her eyes were brown

her hair in ringlets haging down
upon her face to hide the frown


just as the tode was 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 flowing


the tide flows in
the tide flows out

twice everyday returning