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Song for Sweet Isabel

Sweet Isabel by the North Sea,
Had naught to love.
Maybe she said, it was not to be,
On land nor heaven above.

Her days were spent in darkened thought,
Her nights on a cold hard bed,
Her mind with black stories fraught,
Of being stone cold dead.

With heavenly beauty was she born,
But only wished to die.
Her hair, the colour of ripened corn,
Her eyes, the colour of the sky.

Sweet Isabel by the North Sea,
Had naught to love.
Maybe she said, it was not to be,
On land nor heaven above.

One day she met a bonnie lad,
And gave her heart to him,
With him she could never be sad,
He seemed come from her whim.

He took her out on moonlit nights,
And on the days they swam out to sea.
He said he understood her plight,
And was her love to be.

Sweet Isabel by the North Sea,
Had naught to love.
Maybe she said, it was not to be,
On land nor heaven above.

Decades passed and moons went by…
And on a grey damp morn,
The foam was low, the waves were high
Sweet Isabel’s heart was shorn!

For the lad was but a selkie man,
Whose heart belonged to none.
He swam away, bid back to his clan,
With nary a backward song.

Sweet isabel back in her shell,
Vowed never to give her heart.
From heaven she had come to hell,
And now she couldn’t tell them apart.

Sweet Isabel by the North Sea,
Had naught to love.
Maybe she said, it was not to be,
On land nor heaven above.