Her mother died when she was young,Which gave her cause to make great moan;
Her father married the warst woman That ever lived in Christendom.
She serv-ed her with foot and hand,In every thing that she could dee;
Till once in an unlucky time,She threw her in ower Craigy's sea.
Says,"Lie you there,dove Isabel,And all my sorrows lie with thee;
Till Kemp Owyne come ower the sea,And borrow you with kisses three,Let all the warld do what they will,Oh!borrowed shall you never be."
Her breath grew strang,her hair grew lang,And twisted thrice about the tree;
And all the people far and near,Thought that a savage beast was she;
These news did come to Kemp Owyne,Where he lived far beyond the sea.
He hasted him to Craigy's sea,And on the savage beast looked he;
Her breath was strang,her hair was lang,And twisted was about the tree;
And with a swing she came about,"Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with me.
"Here is a royal belt,"she cried,"That I have found in the green sea;
And while your body it is on,Drawn shall your blood never be;
But if you touch me tail or fin,I vow my belt your death shall be."
He stepp-ed in,gave her a kiss,The royal belt he brought him wi'
Her breath was strang,her hair was lang,And twisted twice about the tree;
And with a swing she came about,"Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with me.
"Here is a royal ring,"she said,"That I have found in the green sea;
And while your finger it is on,Drawn shall your blood never be;
But if you touch me tail or fin,I swear my ring your death shall be."
He stepp-ed in,gave her a kiss,The royal ring he brought him wi';
Her breath was strang,her hair was lang,And twisted ance about the tree;
And with a swing she came about,"Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with me.
"Here is a royal brand,"she said,"That I have found in the green sea;
And while your body it is on,Drawn shall your blood never be;
But if you touch me tail or fin,I swear my brand your death shall be."
He stepp-ed in,gave her a kiss,The royal brand he brought him wi';
Her breath was sweet,her hair grew short,And twisted nane about the tree:
And smilingly she came about,As fair a woman,as fair could be.
