To lure him with her silver tongue,
And, as the shelving rocks she past,
She raised her voice, and sweetly sung.
In softer, sweeter strains she sung,
Slow gliding o’er the moonlight bay,
When light to land the Chieftain sprung,
To hail the Maid of Colonsay.
Oh! sad the Mermaid’s gay notes fell,
And sadly sink remote at sea!
So sadly mourns the writhed shell