Debra Cowan - Dreadful Ghost (trad) Lyrics
It's of a sailor of whom I write,Unto the seas he took great delight,Two maidens fair he did beguile,And those two maidens he had with child,Oh, one of them, for public shame,Unto some handsome grove she came,And there, at length, to end all strife,She cut it there, the thread of life.She hung herself down from a tree,Where two men a-hunting did her see,They got a knife and they cut her down,And on her bosom a note was found,And this was writ in letters large:"Don't bury me, I do you charge,But leave me on the ground here to lie,So that maids may see me as they pass by."Let them take warning by my fate,And end this folly before it's too late."And while on land she plagued him so,Unto the seas at he was forced to go.One morning on the topmast high,A little boat he chanced to spy,A little boat with a large crew of men,And a female ghost who stood up then.Down decks, down decks this young man goes,And he greets the captain in his morning clothes,He says, "Captain, Captain, stand my defense,For I see a spirit a-coming hence."So up on decks this captain goes,And there he spies the dreadful ghost,She says, "Captain, Captain, come tell me true,Does such a man sail among your crew?""It was in St. Taliens this young man died,And it’s in St. Taliens his body lies."She says, "Captain, Captain, don't tell me so,For he's sailing down in your ship below."And if you don't bring him up to me,A mighty storm that you shall see,It will cause both you and your gallant men to weep,It will leave you slumbering in the deep."Down decks, down decks this captain goes,And he brings this young man up to his foes,And when she fixed her grim eye on him,It caused a trembling in every limb."Oh, don't you remember when I was a maid,You caused my poor trembling heart to bleed;Now I'm a spirit I’ve come for thou,You baulked me once but I've got you now."Down in her boat she forced him,Down in her boat he was forced for to go,And as he did, we all did admire,For the boat went down in a flame of fireAnd as it sunk, she rose again,And aye she sang this mournful strain:"You sailors all who are left behind,Never prove false to young womankind."
