A light came streaming beneath her bower,
A heavy foot at her door delayed,
A heavy hand on the latch was laid.
"Now who dare venture at this dark hour,
Unbid to enter my maiden bower?"
"Dear Pastheen, open the door to me,
And your true lover you'll surely see."
"My true lover, so tall and brave,
Lives exiled over the angry wave."
"Your true love's body lies on the bier,