The Foolish Heir

The story of a false lover luring an unsuspecting maiden to a river on the promise of adventure, only to drown her on her own father’s land. With the promise of moving overseas unfulfilled this is the cry of the ghost now bound to the land she was so eager to escape.

Will you tell me sir why you laid me down, why you took my heart and took my crown? Tell your reasons, tell me why? Lay them down right here by the river where I lie.

For I’m spread tall in my mothers nightgown at the root of the tree on my father’s land. Oh tell your reasons, tell me why? Lay them down right here by the river where I lie.

For the Irish Sea it waits for me, and I... I’ll not come by. Oh the Irish Sea still waits for me, and I... I’ll not come by.

So you called me home to Galway town. My bags were packed, life lain down. Tell your reasons, tell me why? Lay them down right here by the river where I lie.

So I took my heart, I took my crown, to the waters edge on my father’s land. Oh tell your reasons, tell me why? Lay them down right here by the river where I lie.

For the Irish Sea it waits for me, and I... I’ll not come by. Oh the Irish Sea still waits for me, and I... I’ll not come by.

For you took my head and you held me down. I lost my breath and there did drown. Oh tell your reasons, tell me why? Lay them down right here by the river where I lie.

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