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.