I don't know what passes for thinkin', Ye make a pure mess then shout blame. Ye leer till the whole lot goes sinkin'. That's just how ye play yer damn game! I sit here and sing me own song. I watch as the daylight bleeds red. Ye point at me shoutin' I'm wrong And name me the bitch for yer dead! So sing what ye want 'n drink as ye please. Don't lay yer dead men down at me feet! I never pulled rope nor shattered yer mast. Ye leered like a lech and went down just as fast. I'm only just combin' me tresses. That shouldn't be counted a crime. Ye've spent a whole century harassin' An' blamin' me all o' the time. The men won't stop gawkin' up yonder. They drool and then lose their way. Instead on the waves where they wander, Their leery eyes locked on me gate. The lad in his boat on the river Is starin' like some bleedin' fool. Keeps grindin' on rocks till she shivers, Then spits "witch" like that makes it true. I think in the end it's the water, That'll drown ye for wantin' too much. Me singin's all I was after. So choke on yer own bloody lust! I sang to the river, not ye nor yer crew! The rocks were there long before I was too. If wantin' makes idiots out o' yer kind, Don't come whinin' murder; just leave me behind! Me singin's all I was after. So choke on yer own bloody lust!
