Just as the Tide Was Flowing

One morning in the month of May
When all the birds were singing
I saw a lovely lady stray
Across the fields at break of day
And softly sang a roundelay
The tide flows in, the tide flows out
Twice every day returning
A sailor’s wife at home must bide
She halted, heavily she sighed
«He parted from me, me a bride
Just as the tide was a-flowing»
The tide flows in, the tide flows out
Twice every day returning