And call the cattle home,
Across the sands of Dee;’
The western wind was wild and dank with foam, 5
And all alone went she.
The creeping tide crept up along the sand,
And o’er and o’er the sand,
And round and round the sand,
As far as eye could see. 10
The blinding mist came down, and hid the land:
And never home came she.