The Maid of Ahmelvet Bay

Ne’er afore in the Island's lore

Nor that of common tongue

Has e’r a tale as this been shared,

Has a song as this been sung.

1. ‘Twas years a’ past when I was just

   An asp’rant in the army.

   They sent me forth away up north

   Where muddy earth did drown me.

   The sickly marsh was surely harsh

   On all who came that way.

   But all around, there was no town

   As cruel as Ahmelvet Bay.

2. The mist was cold and bit my bones

   There in Ahmelvet.

   Spring to Winter, round the year

   The ground was sodden wet.

   The lighthouse just outside the town

   Shone like a fun’ral pyre.

   A gravestone to all those who

   Had died in the quagmire.

3. They sent me to a kind elf who

   Treated me as kin

   And bunked me at the largest hut

   The curs’d Wet Lily Inn.

   The room was clean and nicely groomed,

   The food of highest grade.

   Save for the cold, all was gold

   Till the night I met the Maid.

4. With drunken head I put to bed

   One drizzly, dreary night.

   Through closing eyes I was surprised

   To catch the gruesome sight.

   Through window glass I saw a lass

   In dress of white was she.

   Wand’ring by the bay, she cried

   A haunting melody.

5. I left my bed and out I sped

   To ask her what was wrong

   Only to find she had left behind

   The solid, muddy shore.

   She strolled upon the water long

   Till at the centre was she.

   Raised arms high toward the sky,

   She cried out at the sea.

6. The waters shook and almost took

   Me standing at the shore.

   When, stepping back, I heard a crack

   That chilled me to my core.

   For from the blue beneath her grew

   A horde of boney men.

   They sang along her twisted song

   And danced, these skeletons.

7. I tumbled down onto the ground

   And prayed out to the Nine.

   The chorus heard, and like a bird

   Flew at me from the brine.

   The skeletons, around me then,

   Chanted cruel and foul,

   “You must refrain, and ne’er again,

   Disturb the girl who howls!”

8. I can't recall, or think at all,

   How I awoke next day.

   For in the sun, there was no one

   Upon that foggy bay.

   That very eve I took my leave

   And fled that cursed bog.

   And with a frown I warn ye now

   You must leave the Maid of Fog.

Ne’er afore in the Island's lore

Nor that of common tongue

Has e’er a tale as this been shared,

Has a song as this been sung.