Bright Phoebe Bright Phoebe was my true love's name So fair a girl that was ever seen So fair a girl that was ever seen If you'd travel this wide world over. Oh, she and I we did agree That married shortly we would be As soon as I returned from sea We would settle that solemn bargain. Before I did return from sea My lovely damsel was slain from me The pride and glory of my heart In her cold grave lay mouldering. I am forsaken, I am forlorn I wish to God I had never been born I'd have died before the billows' roar Since fortune had proved so cruel. I will go down to some silent place Where no other man shall behold my face I'll spend the remainder of my days Lamenting for bright Phoebe.