Mackerel of the Sea Steeleye Span

When I was seven year old
My dear mother did die
My father married the worst woman
The world did ever see

She turned me to a loathsome worm
To lie at the foot of the tree
My sister Maisery she made
The mackerel of the sea

This father stood on the shore
And hearing sore complaint
And wondered at the laily moan
And questioned what it meant

Sing on your song you laily worm
That you now sing to me
For my two children havе been gone
This many year from me

Evеry Saturday at noon
The mackerel comes to me
Changed back to my sister
The Lady Maisery

And she takes my laily head
And lays it on her knee
And combs it with a silver comb
To wash it in the sea