When, oh! too strong for human hand,
The tempest gather'd o er her.
And still they row'd amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing;
Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,
His wrath was changed to wailing.—
For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade,
His child he did discover;—
One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,
And one was round her lover.