She came on a ship
from across the sea.
A chance meeting in church,
Alida and me.
A gaelic ginger
as fair as can be.
A soft freckled face,
I can still see.
So soon after marriage
we moved by the sea.
A cottage on a hill,
where we could be free.
Young love in a hurry
our souls became three.
We had a child,
Alida and me.
A mother's death after birth
Oh, how cruel fate can be.
We now meet in the churchyard,
Alida and me.
And as Poe might have written
in his kingdom by the sea;
I live for our daughter,
My Annabell Lee.