The sun twinkles soft on the eventide swell,
I look to the harbour my soul knows so well,
For there on the bank my love she did swear
To wait til I came back with treasure to spare.The sun through the poplars was shady and warm,
My true love she held me so tight in her arms.
She swore that she loved me, and never could be
The true love of any man other than me.The sun it was sinking that night in the Spring.
Her voice through the shadows so sweetly did sing.
She swore that she loved him, and never could be
The bride of a sailor as worthless as me.The sun it had fled as I came to her door,
Her voice, so enticing, was heard never more,
For there in his arms my love I did slay,
And he likewise died at the end of the day.The sun now it rises, and soon I'll return
To face the affections of those I would spurn.
They'll find me, console me, and bring me the news:
My true love was murdered by no-one knows who.
