Draped in pearls, she sings a song of death
She swims around the vessel
She smells the sailor’s breath!
She calls to him so delicately
Singing him to doom
He tries not to listen
But he sees her chest festooned
Pretty little pearls so white
Glistening in the sea
Around a neck of purity
Surely she cannot harm me?
He thinks so sure, he thinks he is wise
So takes off his clothes and swims
She catches him with ease and now the story gets grim
The sailor dies unwittingly beneath the rocky waves
The maiden he had got too near, has torn his airways
He swims with the little fishes, in his deathly state
He will be a warning to others, not to make the same mistakes…