Siren

Haste not thine wisdom for the hollow is ta'en
By whom, know I not, 'lack, am I of twain
And as a crux, cede I my words (fro my heart, wilt thou ne'er)
Have I been 'sooth sinsyne (be left without, come)

I speer thine pine (thine voice is oh so sweet)
(Ryking for me) ryking for thee
Wistful, whistful ("List and heed," thou sayest)
(Chancing to lure) chancing to lure
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath

Mayhap lured by my scent of lote
'Od, the foetid, eft hie back I mote
For what I did my soul atrounced (how I wish for thee again)
Oh, do believe me, it wasn't a frounce (will I give thee it, troth)

I speer thine pine (thine voice is oh so sweet)
(Ryking for me) ryking for thee
Wistful, whistful ("List and heed," thou sayest)
(Chancing to lure) chancing to lure
Skirl and skreigh (thine voice is oh so sweet)
But for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis (ryking for me)
Dodge na 'way herefro ("List and heed," thou sayest)
(Chancing to lure) do come here in eath

Skirl and skreigh (thine voice is oh so sweet)
But for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis (ryking for me)
Dodge na 'way herefro ("List and heed," thou sayest)
(Chancing to lure) do come here in eath



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Writer(s): Theatre Of Tragedy
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