Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me!
One said:
“Away! he is dead!
Upon my foam I have flung his head!
Go back to your cote, you shall never wed!—
( Nor he! )”
Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me.
Two brake.
The third with a quake
Cried loud, “O maid, I'll find for thy sake
His dead lost body: prepare his wake!”
( And back it plunged to the sea! )
Three waves of the sea came up on the wind to me.
One bore —
And swept on the shore —
His pale, pale face I shall kiss no more!
Ah, woe to women death passes o'er!
( Woe's me! )