Words on the Winds [antikvár]

There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They had not been a week from her, A week but barely one, When word came to that carline wife That her three sons were gone. They had not been a week from her, A week but barely three, When word came to that carline wife That her sons she'd never see. T wish the wind may never cease, Nor troubles in the flood, Till my three sons come home to me In earthly flesh and blood!' It fell about the Martinmas, When the nights are long and murk, That the carline wife's three sons came home, And their hats were of the birk.