Passed a young soul going north on the river
Crossed up his path southward bound was I headed.

Young man could you tell me where you travel from.
From the land of the misty he spake by and by.
From the land of the smitten and and the eye for an eye.

******* says I. There be no such place as the eye for an eye.

Then passed a fair maiden our eyes never met
She toiled and she labored against furious tide.
What therefore awaits thee I asked with great dread
A dull blade in yon castle now beckons my head.

Twas now dark in the distance . Now hollow and dank
So I made for the landing not sure of the tide.

Now the wind rose around me now blew me to deep
It was then It came to me, surely I sleep.
Tis no dream I assure  thee . No digestive woe.
It is written you go down, and down you shall go

******* says I tis naught but a dream.

Now the waters grew angry
The wind whipped about.
It was then that I fathomed the fix I was in.
I had earned my full wages let the payment begin.