| lyric | 'Twas early one morning young Willy arose,
And up to his comrade’s bedchamber he goes.
’Arise, my dear comrade, and let noone know,
’Tis a fine sunny morning and abathing we’ll go.
Young Willy plung’d in, and he swam the lake round;
He swam to an island - ’twas soft marshy ground;
‘0 comrade, dear comrade, do not venture in,
There is deep and false water in the Lake of Coolfin!’
’Twas early that morning his sister arose;
And up to her mother’s bed-chamber she goes :
‘Oh! I dream’d a sad dream about Willy last night;
He was dress’d in ashroud - in a shroud of snow-white!’
’Twas early that morning his mother came there;
She was wringing her hands - she was tearing her hair,
0, woeful the hour your dear Willy plung’d in,
There is deep and false water in the Lake of Coolfin!
And I saw a fair maid standing fast by the shore;
Her face it was pale - she was weeping full sore;
In deep anguish she gaz’d where young Willy plung’ d in,
Ah! there’s deep and false water in the Lake of Coolfin! |