on the wet black rocks she sits at the harbor mouth

where the surf her symphony still plays

she sits and with an ivory pearl shell comb

brushes her hair and then bows and prays

for her sailor boy who once so sweet and coy

used to read his book to her from on the shore

till the ship Bluenose tall made a port of call

that schooner lured him away to sea forever more

now on the beach at night, by the lighthouse light

the moon glitters on her emerald scales

as she calls his name and sings his chanty songs

of tall ships, pirates and magic dragon tales

fresh tears she cried each night salts the tide

when the narwhal came head bowed in shame

as King Neptune’s messenger of gloom and doom

and to the mermaid whispered her true love’s name

her songs nay more heard by the harbor mouth

but they say if you stroll at night by the harbor light

you may hear the sobs of a selkie’s broken heart

as she mourns the boy once sweet and coy eternally every night...