Stowaway, starless Washed down by an uncaring tide Thrown away heartlessly Crossed out for snaring a ride On a ship named despair I shoot flares in the
Trad. arr. by Loreena McKennitt As I walked out one morning All in the month of May Down by a flower garden I carelessly did stray I overheard a young
told his ship was wrecked all on the coast of Spain On hearing of this dreadful news, it put her in despair With a wringing of her hands and a tearing
As I walked out one morning All in the month of May Down by a flowery garden I carelessly did stray I overheard a young maid In sorrow did complain All
