Sailing through the fog I heard a scream
O'er the port bough I did see
A girl laid bare, with a tail where legs should be
She wails out to me so lustfully
I leaned o'er the bough and she
Cried "Darling, come here, come here to me"
I stepped o'er into the sea
To my grave in the cold, watery deep
Finally, I can sleep.