Her mother died when she was young Which gave her cause to grieve and mourn Her father married the very worst woman That ever lived in Christendom
She served her stepmother night and day In everything that she could do Till once when in a fit of rage She threw her over a craig of the sea
Saying, “Lie you there, young Isabel And all my sorrows lie with thee Till Kеmp Owen shall come to the craig And brеak this spell with kisses three.”
Her breath grew strong and her hair grew long Twisted three times round the tree And all the people far and near Thought that a savage beast was she
And how she cried for Kemp Owen That he might come but near to her hand Word has gone to Kemp Owen That such a beast was in his land
So he has built a bonny boat Set it sailing on the sea; But before he reached a mile from the land The beast has set the red fire free
So he has taken up his bow And he's aimed an arrow at her head; Swore if she'd not quit the land With that same shaft he would shoot her dead
“Oh, I'll not rise out of my den Though it is not for fear of thee Till Kemp Owen, the King's own son Shall come to the craig and kiss with me.”
Her breath was strong and her hair was long Twisted three times round the tree And away she swam, again she came Singing, “Come to the craig and kiss with me.”
“Oh, I have a royal sword,” she said “That I found in the salt, salt sea And while your body it is on Drawn shall your blood never be But if you'll touch me tail or fin I swear this sword your death shall be.”
He leaned him over Eastmoor craig And about the tree she came with a swing He stepped in, gave her a kiss And the royal sword he has brought with him
Her breath was strong and her hair was long Twisted twice about the tree And away she swam, again she came Singing, “Come to the craig and kiss with me.”
“Oh, I have a royal belt,” she said “That I found in the salt, salt sea And while your body it is on Drawn shall your blood never be But if you'll touch me tail or fin I swear your death this belt shall be.”
He leaned him over Eastmoor craig And about the tree she came with a swing He stepped in, gave her a kiss And the royal belt he has brought with him
Her breath was strong and her hair was long Twisted once about the tree And away she swam, again she came Singing, “Come to the craig and kiss with me.”
“Oh, I have a royal ring,” she said “That I found in the salt, salt sea And while your body it is on Drawn shall your blood never be But if you'll touch me tail or fin I swear this ring your death shall be.”
He leaned him over Eastmoor craig And about the tree she came with a swing He stepped in, gave her a kiss And the royal ring he has brought with him
Her breath was sweet, her hair grew short Twisted no more round the tree And away she swam, again she came The fairest woman that you ever did see
“Oh, was it a werewolf of the wood Was it a mermaid on the sea? Was it a man or a vile witch woman My own true love, that misshaped thee?”
“Oh, it wasn't a werewolf of the wood Nor was it a mermaid on the sea But it was my own stepmother A cruel and wicked woman is she.”
“A heavy curse will light her on Her hair will grow rough, her teeth grow long And on her four feet she will crawl All alone condemned to be And in the Wormeswood she will dwell And of this spell she will never go free.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
