U-gu-vi-u.
I'm a mermaid young and fair,
Here I lie and comb my hair,
Comb my yellow hair,
Upon a rock that's wet and bare,
While seagulls circle in the air.
Softly as you lap the shore
Gentle waves say o'er and o'er
To the lad that I adore:
I love you so my heart is sore
For I shall you love never more.
I have no living soul they say
At Mary's shrine I cannot pray,
My sisters mock me all the day
My father says I must obey,
From human love must turn away
A mermaid wed without delay.'