THE DEAD SHIP
A KELTIC LEGEND.
THE ship came sailing, sailing, Into our old town— My love combed out her golden hair; It fell to the hem of her gown. Oh, my heart, break!
No master and no crew was hers, A ship of the dead was she, And sailing, sailing, sailing— The folk ran out to see. Oh, my heart, break!
And first they said nor yea, nor nay; Then some began to weep; And some did count their little lads, As a shepherd counts his sheep. Oh, my heart, break!
Oh, sailing, sailing, sailing— "Whom will it be?" said they; "She never sails to this our town But one doth go away." Oh, my heart, break!