The Brean Lament

The waters they washed them ashore, ashore,

And they never will sail the seas no more.

We laid them along by the churchyard wall

And all in a row we buried them all,

But their boots we buried below the tide

On Severn-side.

The gulls they fly over so high, so high,

To see where their bodies all safe do lie;

They fly all around, and loud they do call

All over the place where we buried them all,

But their boots we buried below the tide

On Severn-side.