One after one
Each laid her comb on the yellow sand , And the gladsome dance grew fleet . But the fairest she laid her comb by itsel ' On the rock where the king 's son lay . He stole about , and the carven shell He hid in his bosom away . And he watched the dance till the clouds did gloom , And the wind blew an angry tune : One after one she caught up her comb , To the sea went dancin ' doon . But the fairest , wi ' hair like the mune in a clud , She sought till she was the last . He creepin ' went and watchin ' stud , And he thought to hold her fast . She dropped at his feet without motion or heed ; He took her , and home he sped .