For down below Deaf Mary dwells,
And does not hear those Evening Bells.
And so 'twill be when she is gone,
That tuneful peal will still ring on,
And other maids with timely yells
Forget to stay those Evening Bells.
THE WATER PERI'S SONG.
(MOORE)
Farewell, farewell, to my mother's own daughter,
The child that she wet-nursed is lapp'd in the wave;