The Jealous Woman (A’ Bhean Iadach)

Lyrics

O woman there, beside the shore Reach out your hand To see if I am still able To swim a stroke Have you no pity for a woman drowning? Or none at all, care little for her? In your place, tonight I will be In your blankets, soft and snow white And bid farewell to my three children One a year old, and two the other And the third still being suckled And the third was being suckled And bid farewell to my three brothers They'll be through here tomorrow morn And they will find me lying drowned My brown curls in the salt sеa My breast milk amongst the weeds