The sea is dark and the waves crest white,
As the hern-king speeds from the deeps to night
And this is the song the hern-king sings
As over his children his cloak he flings
“Swim, swim, little ones, swim;
be mindful of nets and hooks and lines;
and swim, little ones, swim”.
The sea is wild and the waves crest high
As the hunter sinks to the deep and dies
And this is the song the hunter sings
As back to his children his last cry rings
“Run, run, little ones, run;
I killed the king and his blood wants yours
so run little ones, run.”
The king may sing as he speeds through night
The hunter cry as he fades from sight
But you and I are safe and dry
and I will sing this lullaby
“Sleep, sleep little one, Sleep;
You and I are safe and dry,
so sleep, little one, sleep.”
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