James Harris, (The Daemon Lover)

No: 243; variant: 243G

  1. ‘I HAVE seven ships upon the sea, Laden with the finest gold, And mariners to wait us upon; All these you may behold.
  2. ‘And I have shoes for my love’s feet, Beaten of the purest gold, And line:d wi the velvet soft, To keep my love’s feet from the cold.
  3. ‘O how do you love the ship?’ he said, ‘Or how do you love the sea? And how do you love the bold mariners That wait upon thee and me?’
  4. ‘O I do love the ship,’ she said, ‘And I do love the sea; But woe be to the dim mariners, That nowhere I can see!’
  5. They had not sailed a mile awa, Never a mile but one, When she bagan to weep and mourn, And to think on her little wee son.
  6. ‘O hold your tongue, my dear,’ he said, ‘And let all your weeping abee, For I’ll soon show to you how the lilies grow On the banks of Italy.’
  7. They had not sailed a mile awa, Never a mile but two, Until she espied his cloven foot, From his gay robes sticking thro.
  8. They had not sailed a mile awa, Never a mile but three, When dark, dark, grew his eerie looks, And raging grew the sea.
  9. They had not sailed a mile awa, Never a mile but four, When the little wee ship ran round about, And never was seen more.