Ballad of a Merrow-Maid

I sing to the sea and my sisters
When you are away from home
But with this cold dry voice, they don't hear me
And I stand on the shore alone.

You tore my pretty tail apart
Scales scattered like spilt pins
You swallowed up my moans and screams
And ripped me two bright limbs

I drown the babes I bore you
Cast them out to sea
I hope my sisters will catch them
And then remember me

So our babes have no graves to visit
I can't find the one you dug
For the shreds of my sea-change self
Before I became your trug.