Oh Nettie Brine was a fisher lass, With nets as fine as gold, She cast her line on the stormy tide, And braved the seas so bold. Heave away, ye hearts, beware! Off Sea Reach’s haunted shore, For Nettie Brine with her tangled hair, Will drag ye down once more. The storm it roared, the mast it cracked, Her boat was torn in two, They say she sank with a curse that night, Her eyes turned pale and blue. Heave away, ye hearts, beware! Off Sea Reach’s haunted shore, For Nettie Brine with her tangled hair, Will drag ye down once more. Now ships that sail by Sea Reach sound, Hear singing through the gale, A halfling’s voice in the lightning flash, And a shadow on the sail. Heave away, ye hearts, beware! Off Sea Reach’s haunted shore, For Nettie Brine with her tangled hair, Will drag ye down once more. Her nets are made of seaweed black, Her hook of rusted bone, And all who feel her cold hand’s grip, Will never make it home. Heave away, ye hearts, beware! Off Sea Reach’s haunted shore, For Nettie Brine with her tangled hair, Will drag ye down once more.
