I met a Merrow once,
A cunning one was she.

Her precise scarlet cap,
Atop that silver sea.

Weaving silky stories
Of a life for she and me.

Her cap she says one day,
Is to a sailor, the key.

A kiss she says is all,
All it takes for the key to the sea.

A price to pay for a life,
A life for she and me.

To get that scarlet cap,
A kiss was it to be?

And with that simple kiss,
I was a slave to the sea.

She cried, she laughed,
“You should never listen to me!”

For if she were to give that cap,
Give that cap for a life for she and me,

A Merrow she’d be no more,
A slave to earth she’d be.