I do a version from Richard Chase's collection that Lani Herrmann pointed me to ages ago. It's set the the tune of "Banks and Braes of Bonny Doone" and has the magic verse:
As I was walking on the sea strand,
I saw a fair ship sailing near at hand.
I flapped my wings, I bent my beak;
the ship went down, I heard a shriek.
And there lie the sailors, one, two and three;
come, let us go dine by the salt, salt sea.
About the wife: His hawk has to the hunting gone, his hounds to bring the wild fowl home; his lady's gone to another mate...oh, we shall have a feasting, sweet.
They don't write them that good these days! Joan
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