On the Isle of Ellassar she awaits the return, Of a brave young captain for whom she does yearn. Her heart did he take when he sailed away, His promise to wed her on some distant day Now she keeps silent vigil on the cliffs by shore, With dread that his face she shall see nevermore. In sunlight and moonlight, Through fair winds and gales, She will watch the horizon for a glimpse of Red Sails.
On a night black as pitch and swirling with snow I was traveling far with miles to go Ahead in the distance in a valley below I spied a small tavern with windows aglow There was music and laughter and tankards of ale And a bard by the hearth who was singing her tale So I sat and I listened to the stories she told Of maidens so fair and brave knights of old My spirit grew merry as my thirst I did quench And I vowed to return to the Old Saucy Wench