A fisher wife

The soonest mended, nothing said;

And help may rise from east or west;

But my two hands are lumps of lead,

My heart sits leaden in my breast.

O north wind swoop not from the north,

O south wind linger in the south,

Oh come not raving raging forth,

To bring my heart into my mouth;

For I've a husband out at sea,

Afloat on feeble planks of wood;

He does not know what fear may be;

I would have told him if I could.

I would have locked him in my arms,

I would have hid him in my heart;

For oh! the waves are fraught with harms,

And he and I so far apart.