All Things Are Quite Silent

All things are quite silent, each mortal at rest,

When me and my love got snug in one nest,

When a bold set of ruffians they entered our cave,

And they forced my dear jewel to plough the salt wave.

I begged hard for my sailor as I'd beg for my life.

They'd not listen to me although a fond wife,

Saying: "The king he wants sailors, to the sea he must go,"

And they've left me lamenting in sorrow and woe.

Although my love's gone I will not be cast down.

Who knows but my sailor may once more return?

And will make me amends for all trouble and strife,

And my true love and I might live happy for life