granite rows of quiet homes
As the doors were shut and bolted
and the sea whispered a drone
But down the back streets and the alleys
ran a girl of twenty -one
Until she crept into the stable
where she met the farmer's son
It was nothing to his name
except the girl he said he loved
until days had turned to months
For he'd stolen, squandered money,
saw another take the blame
He cried wolf once too many
and shamed his own father's name
But he said, we'll take to the sea
And I will row us to another shore
With our youth there on the water,
So the morning of the next,
she fled towards the harbour wall
Sent note down to her mother,
locked the door and left it all
But as her eyes skimmed on the water,
Her lover gripped the oars
I'm dark, dark was the day
The girl, the girl who cried
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