‘You’d take my place, upon this wretched rock?’
Our Mermaid squirmed and gasped in grateful shock!
My dear, I was not made for love and war.
I am nothing but a Danish tourist’s whore,
The life of love was ne’er put to my mind.
I beg, you would not think yourself unkind
To take my offer in gladness and glee.
Freedom lies for you beneath the white sea.
The Mermaid flung her arms round David’s neck –
You are so dear and kind! But know this –
They do not come for you. They do not see your eyes.
I fear this life will be a black surprise.
Go, sweet girl. You’re made for sparks and love –
You belong not to our brash world above.