| "And there I dream'd, ah! woe betide! | |
| "More direful hap betide that hated wretch, "That makes us wretched by the death of thee, "Than l can wish to adders, | |
| "Woe betide he who reads this." | |
| "Woe betide! | |
| "Woe betide, if to me you lie, I will desert you" | |
| "And there I dream'd, ah! woe betide! | |
| "More direful hap betide that hated wretch, "That makes us wretched by the death of thee, "Than l can wish to adders, | |
| "Woe betide he who reads this." | |
| "Woe betide! | |
| "Woe betide, if to me you lie, I will desert you" | |
| Whichever betides you | |
| Whichever betides you | |
| Whichever betides you | |
| Whichever betides you | |
| Learn in winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages long ago betid; | |
| The direful spectacle of the wreck which touch'd the very virtue of compassion in thee I have with such provision in mine art so safely ordered that there is no soul No, not so much perdition as an hair betid to any creature in the vessel which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink | |
| The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely ordered that there is no soul - No, not so much perdition as an hair betid to any creature in the vessel | |
| Learn in winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages long ago betid; | |
| The direful spectacle of the wreck which touch'd the very virtue of compassion in thee I have with such provision in mine art so safely ordered that there is no soul No, not so much perdition as an hair betid to any creature in the vessel which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink | |
| The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely ordered that there is no soul - No, not so much perdition as an hair betid to any creature in the vessel | |
