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Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the white- All female: From a sorrow-clouded eye,
wall'd town; All male: And a heart sorrow-laden,
Through the narrow paved streets, where Chorus: A long, long sigh;
all was still, For the cold strange eyes of a little
To the little grey church on the windy hill. Mermaiden
From the church came a murmur of folk at And the gleam of her golden hair.
their prayers,
But we stood without in the cold blowing King of the sea: Come away, away children
airs. Come children, come down!
Solo male 1: We climb'd on the graves, on All male: The hoarse wind blows coldly;
the stones worn with rains, Lights shine in the town.
Solo female 1: And we gazed up the aisle She will start from her slumber
through the small leaded panes. When gusts shake the door;
Children: She sate by the pillar; we saw her She will hear the winds howling,
clear: Will hear the waves roar.
"Margaret, hist! come quick, we are here! We shall see, while above us
King of the sea: Dear heart," I said, "we are The waves roar and whirl,
long alone; A ceiling of amber,
The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan." A pavement of pearl.
But, ah, she gave me never a look, Singing…
For her eyes were seal'd to the holy book! Chorus: "Here came a mortal,
Chorus: Loud prays the priest; shut stands But faithless was she!
the door. And alone dwell for ever
King of the sea: Come away, children, call The kings of the sea."
no more!
Chorus: Come away, come down, call no Chorus: But, children, at midnight,
more! When soft the winds blow,
When clear falls the moonlight,
Chorus:Down, down, down! When spring-tides are low;
Down to the depths of the sea! When sweet airs come seaward
She sits at her wheel in the humming town, From heaths starr'd with broom,
Singing most joyfully. And high rocks throw mildly
Hark what she sings… On the blanch'd sands a gloom;
All female: Up the still, glistening beaches,
All female:"O joy, O joy, Up the creeks we will hie,
For the humming street, and the child with All male: Over banks of bright seaweed
its toy! The ebb-tide leaves dry.
For the priest, and the bell, and the holy Children: We will gaze, from the sand-hills,
well; At the white, sleeping town;
For the wheel where I spun, At the church on the hill-side—
And the blessed light of the sun!" And then come back down.
Chorus: And so she sings her fill, Singing…
Singing most joyfully, Chorus: "Here came a mortal,
Till the spindle drops from her hand, But faithless was she!
And the whizzing wheel stands still. And alone dwell for ever
All male: She steals to the window, and The kings of the sea."
looks at the sand,
And over the sand at the sea;
And her eyes are set in a stare;
All female: And anon there breaks a sigh,
All male: And anon there drops a tear,
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