Song Of Dashilla the Dreadful

Where once the waters rolled calmly by,
Where ocean's heart did sing,
There stalked a lass with a hungry eye,
And claws that grasp and wring.
With lantern lure of a glimmer pot,
With treasure in their eyes,
Below they swam to the gold they thought,
Would await them as their prize.
Yet each of them went to surely die,
Their graves to not be found,
For Dashilla and her hungry eye,
Collects the lost and drowned.
—Brokenbank folk ballad

Type

Record, Musical (Music, Sheet)

Location

Brokenbank