The moon is fully risen
J. Guthrie
The moon is fully risen
And shineth o'er the sea;
And I embrace my darling,
Our hearts are swelling free.
In the arms of the lovely maiden
I lie alone on the strand; --
"What sounds in the breeze's sighing?
Why trembles your white hand?"
"That is no breezes sighing,
That is the mermaidens' song,
The singing of my sisters
Whom the sea hath drowned so long."