As a fisher-boy I fared br br To the black rock in the sea, br And, while false gifts I prepared. br br Listen'd and sang merrily, br Down descended the decoy, br br Soon a fish attack'd the bait; br One exultant shout of joy,- br br And the fish was captured straight. br br Ah! on shore, and to the wood br br Past the cliffs, o'er stock and stone, br One foot's traces I pursued, br br And the maiden was alone. br Lips were silent, eyes downcast br br As a clasp-knife snaps the bait, br With her snare she seized me fast, br br And the boy was captured straight. br br Heav'n knows who's the happy swain br br That she rambles with anew! br I must dare the sea again, br br Spite of wind and weather too.