When mist rolls in from darkness,
Remember the lashes that bled him,
My darling of sweet and honey.

Hei ya o yea a-hei o

When my dashes bring me to Taolyn,
I’ll bring the slashes to tea,
And watch the slaves of honey.

Hei ya o yea a-hei o

Eivor amiss the lack of love,
When miss the weyomen call,
Take time after life to admit.

Hei ya o yea a-hei o

Singing songs of soft remorse,
The brother I wish I was.
Taolyn and Eivor and weyomen of old,
Can scholars sin as I have?

Hei ya o yea a-hei o,
Hei ya o yea a-hei o,
Can scholars sin as I have?