Lyrics:
There lived a wife in Usher's WellA wealthy wife was sheShe had three stout and stalwart sonsAnd sent them o'er the seaThey had not been from Usher's WellA week but barely oneWhen word came to this carline wifeThat her three sons were gone'I wish the wind may never, never ceaseNor flashes in the floodTill my three sons return to meIn earthly flesh and bloodEarthly flesh and blood.'It fell about the MartinmasThe nights were long and darkThree sons came home to Usher's WellTheir hats were made of barkThat neither grew in forest greenNor on any wooded riseBut from the north side of the treeThat grows in Paradise'Blow up the fire, my merry, merry maidensBring water from the wellFor all my house shall feast this nightSince my three sons are well.'Then up and crowed the blood red cockAnd up and crowed the greyThe oldest to the youngest said'It's time we were away—'For the cock does crow and the day doth showAnd the channering worm doth chideAnd we must go from Usher's WellTo the gates of Paradise.''I wish the wind may never, never ceaseNor flashes in the floodTill my three sons return to meIn earthly flesh and bloodEarthly flesh and blood.'