Letra de Siren

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -
By whom, know I not; 'lack! am I of twain -
And as a crux - cede I my words -
Have I been 'sooth sinsyne
Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er
Be left without - come!
Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine
Ryking for me:
"List and heed", thou say'st
Chancing to lure
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!
Mayhap luréd by the scent of lote -
'Od! - the fœtid - eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrouncéd
O! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce
How I wish for thee again
Will I give thee it: Troth
Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine
Ryking for me:
"List and heed", thou say'st
Chancing to lure
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!