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.