Lord Ullin's Daughter (Japanese Bonus Track) (feat. Jude Law)

A Chieftan to the Highlands bound Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry; And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o’er the ferry" "Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle This dark and stormy water?" "Oh! I'm the chief of Ulva's isle And this Lord Ullin’s daughter" And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together For should he find us in the glen My blood would stain the heather His horsemen hard behind us ride Should they our steps discover Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?' Outspoke the hardy Highland wight "I'll go, my chief – I'm ready" It is not for your silver bright But for your winsome lady And by my word, the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry So, though the waves are raging white I'll row you o'er the ferry By this the storm grew loud apace The water-wraith was shrieking And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking But still, as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer Adown the glen rode armed men Their trampling sounded nearer "Oh! Haste thee, haste!" the lady cries Though tempests round us gather I’ll meet the raging of the skies But not an angry father The boat has left a stormy land A stormy sea before her When oh! Too strong for human hand The tempest gathered o’er her And still they rowed amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore- His wrath was changed to wailing For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade His child he did discover One lovely hand she stretched for aid And one was round her lover "Come back! Come back!" he cried in grief Across this stormy water "And I’ll forgive your Highland chief My daughter!- oh, my daughter!" 'Twas vain, the loud waves lash'd the shore Return or aid preventing The waters wild went o'er his child And he was left lamenting