Some say her eyes are violet blue
Her hair as black as night
And others swear her eyes are green
Her locks would shame the light
Some say she is a fearful hag
A fiend without a soul
If her will you tame,
You'll have wealth and fame
But her will may take its toll
No fairer mistress man can find
No crueler could there be
I am sailing still and I'll sail until
The siren calls for me.
I was born a fisher's son
But a fisher I'd not be
Each year that passed I heard more clear
The Siren call to me
One day I signed to crew a ship
And said farewell to land
I sailed far and near,
With no thought of fear
Hearing only her command
With weather fine the men are glad
"We sail wth God," the say
But when the raging storm comes on
How differently they pray
The eyes of every crewman bold
Betray his thoughts to me
That he wonders well,
Whether o'er the swell
With God or the Devil sails he
We toast the voyage, foul or fair
In porter and in ale
Of good men's lives the witch cut short
We tell a mournful tale
And I may sail in the raging gale
Or shelter in the lee
But my fate is cast,
Till the day at last
When the siren calls for me