Just As the Tide Was Flowing

One morning in the month of May

When all the birds were singing

I saw a lovely lady stray

Across the fields at break of day

And softly sang a roundelay

The tide flows in, the tide flows out

Twice every day returning

A sailor's wife at home must bide

She halted, heavily she sighed

“He parted from me, me a bride

Just as the tide was a-flowing”

The tide flows in, the tide flows out

Twice every day returning