Look upon my misery
Trapped here on this island
You think we want to lure men to injury?
Think that we want to call this our homeland?
We sing these beautiful songs
And cry for help
And the men come in throngs
But at the beauty their minds do melt
And though they struggle to free us
They dash their ships on the rocks
All for what, to free us?
And so now the god's do mock!
My feathered friends
Do feel the same
For they too hate to see men bend
And hate how we are forced to sing a song so lame
But what about you?
You have listened to my plea
And you are still sane along with your crew
Come save us from this island and make us free!
Closer now
In to the fome
Watch your bow
Your entering my home...
On to the rocks you cast your ship
Your mind still set
On the words that came from my lips
It is fate that you just met
Lame is the song I sung
But you fell as others will
On every word you hung
So I shall sing it still.