My lovely friend she is upset,
And I wish she wouldn't be,
In one slight chance of her happiness,
I'd turn my body into the sea.

If she wanted an adventure,
I'd chart a way for her to follow,
And if she were still unsatisfied,
My happiness I'd let her borrow.

I'd build her a mighty vessel,
Made out of the strongest wood,
Keep her safe from storm and shipwreck,
Her journey fun and good.

If syrans came calling,
Try to lure her upon the shore,
I, myself would take the falling,
A hundred, a thousand times more.

Her I consider a kinship,
The same origin as me,
Now I wonder how many sisters,
Turn themselves into the sea.