Kron Kron, Come Come! the fishawks chant
On sandbanks in the river-straight
Gentle maiden pure and fair
For a gentleman a fair sole mate
Small and tall the floating heartweed
Left and right we seek it deep
Gentle maiden pure and fair
One man's most wanted awake or asleep
He wanted you but found you not
Awake and asleep of you he thought
Of you he thought so long and hard
Tossing and churning came to naught
Small and tall the floating heartweed
Left and right we pull its ends
Gentle maiden pure and fair
With heart and lute we bring you friends
Small and tall the floating heartweed
We're pulled to cull it left and right
Gentle maiden pure and fair
With bell and drum do you delight.