Sailors and fishermen speak of a spirit, A pale apparition, they say; The ghost of a woman in golden moccasins, The Dancer of Noreni Bay. She dances to music that no one can hear (except for the souls who can see her), And tweaks at the hearts of those poor eager lads, Who drown themselves merely to glimpse her. Folk say she was wed to a soldier who died Out at sea in the Battle of Fishburn; In life they would dance down the length of the pier, Hailing ships as they entered the bay. At the end of the world the girl's love will return, Ever dancing she'll wait for the day; And together they'll dance as they once did in life, On the waters of Noreni Bay.
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