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 told,

Has a song as this been sung.

• ‘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.

• 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.

• 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.

• 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.

• 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

  She turned and suddenly.

  Raised arms high t'ward the sky,

  She cried out at the sea.

• 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.

• 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!”

• 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 told,

Has a song as this been sung.