Silvery tide

 

Verse 1

It's of a fair young creature who dwelt by the sea side,
Her lovely form and feature, she was called the Village Pride;
She was admired by lords and squires, but still it was all in vain,
For true she was to Henry whilst on the watery main.

Verse 2

As a nobleman was walking one morning to take the air,
Down by the foaming ocean he met this lady fair;
"Now," says this artful villain, "consent to be my bride
Or you'll sink or swim, far, far from him who is on the silvery tide."

Verse 3

With trembling heart [lips] says Mary - "My vows I ne'er can break,
For Henry I love dearly, I will die for his sweet sake."
With his handkerchief he tied her hands and plunged her o'er the side,
And quickly she went floating down on the silvery tide.

Verse 4

Now it happened, a few days after, young Henry came from the sea,
And, thinking to live happy, he thought on the wedding day;
"We believe your love is murdered," her aged parents cried,
"She has caused her own destruction down in the silvery tide."

Verse 5

As young Henry on his pillow lay he could not take his rest,
For the thought of pretty Mary disturbed his wounded breast;
So he arose at midnight gloom, and at midnight gloom goes he,
To wander the sandbanks over, down by the raging sea.

Verse 6

It was daybreak in the morning when young Mary's corpse he spied,
As to and fro it went floating down on the silvery tide;
He knew it was young Mary, by his own ring on her hand,
And when he saw this silk handkerchief it put him to a stand.

Verse 7

As he undid this silk handkerchief, therein full soon he spied,
Who had cruelly murdered Mary down on the silvery tide:
This nobleman was taken and the gallows was his doom,
For ending pretty Mary, who'd scarcely attained her bloom.