For seaside air I went
Sat at the bank cool and adventurous
Looking at the sea with its open tide
As fate bid me I spied a figure
Wanting, toiling furiously the path of suicide
Death, said I, be not proud
Though some called the mighty
For thou wouldest have her not
No! No! Not on my watch and up i rose
I came to her, we met

Fair lady,
What brought to do this you
A savage manner to end thy life
My manners, I asked with a frown
I'm tired and weary,...