Testo di Siren

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en By whom, know I not; 'lack! Am I of twain And as a crux (fro my heart) Cede I my words (wilt thou ne'er) Have I been (be left without) 'Sooth sinsyne (come!) I speer thine pine (thine voice is oh so sweet) (Ryking for me) ryking for thee Wistful, whistful (list and heed, thou say'st) (Chancing to lure) chancing to lure Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath! Mayhap luréd by the scent of lote 'Od! The fœtid eft hie back I mote For what I did (how I wish) My soul atrouncéd (for thee again) O! Do believe me (will I give thee it) 'Twasn't a frounce (troth) I speer thine pine (thine voice is oh so sweet) (Ryking for me) ryking for thee Wistful, whistful (list and heed, thou say'st) (Chancing to lure) chancing to lure Skirl and skreigh (thine voice is oh so sweet) But for thine ears (ryking for me), aye, lown 'tis Dodge na 'way herefro (list and heed, thou say'st) (Chancing to lure) do come here in eath! Skirl and skreigh (thine voice is oh so sweet) But for thine ears (ryking for me), aye, lown 'tis Dodge na 'way herefro (list and heed, thou say'st) (Chancing to lure) do come here in eath!