sweet as the song that the Siren sings
a voice above the waves cast from world under
as the grace of her voice so casually flings
building notes with tempest and harmony in thunder

where many a man been lured looking into briny wave
with smile on face and heart held thick in sway
forever lost now to forgotten Atalantan grave
when he should have been home upon the quay

the shoals of her eyes shroud in lightnings hair
a smile on her face which even the blind will see
bold you think,but the bravest pirates would not dare
for her lips were wide as the great green sea

storms they say but that's just not true
its her voice I say but ill leave it up to you