Her mind is black, Her face is white, And she feels blue.
How did she grow so blue? Because he turned his back, She was black. And out of his sight, her face bleached white.
Oh fair she was before he left, not the sorry wight, That lay too long in the cold, dark sea, whose mind turned blue. Now that white-faced, blued soul, her mind less black,
Will pray for HIS black soul, his white hair, his blue eyes