How sorrowful I am
Early in the morning rising

Ò hì, I would go with thee
Brown-haired Alan, ò hì
I would go with thee

If it is thy pillow the sand
If it is thy bed the seaweed
If it is the fish thy candles bright
If it is the seals thy watchmen
I would drink, though all would abhor it
Of thy heart's blood after thy drowning