There are those whose courage show
Upon the fields of war
There are those whose determination grow
With every closing door
Some will try and prove their love
With presents, gold and flowers
And there was one that tried to show all 3
By tameing what was beyond their power
Oh what will happen to brave Breakan
Who came from Nordic land
To sail across the Corryvreckin
To win a maiden’s hand
It is only when a heart is filled
That it becomes so plain to see
Just how much pain and sorrow
Is in a heart that beats empty
So it was with King Breacken
When the Princess he saw
And first looked into her eyes
Upon that Scottish shore
The love grew fast between them
But her father was not impressed
To win her love, he insisted
That this Breacken he should test
There was no giant for him to fight
Nor dragon for him to slay
But the force of the Corryvreckin
To survive for just 3 day
And so Breacken travelled home
Wise counsel for to seek
So he could face this mighty challenge
And still his life to keep
The first wiseman did approach him
His beard both white and long
The best hemp we will gather
To make a rope both thick and strong
The second wiseman then came forward
I fear your safety to gain
No rope could ever be strong enough
We must forge a mighty chain
The third wiseman then rose to his feet
The wisest of them all
The answer he suggested
Did surprise them all
Be it hemp or be it metal
It will lead you to despair
The cord that will protect you
Must be of virgin’s hair
So all across the country
Sweet maidens shaved their heads
For they all loved King Breacken
And did not want him dead
Breacken returned to the water
With his anchors three
One tied with hemp, another chain
And one with purity
The whirlpool pulled relentless
But his anchors held him fast
Then, by the end of the first day
The hemp rope could not last
Breacken still had two more anchors
To keep him from the drink
But by the end of day two
The chain broke at its weakest link
Breacken stayed strong
His boat kept floating there
For he had every faith
In the cord from virgin’s hair
His faith was not well founded
The cord had a fatal flaw
One hair was from a liar
Who was not a virgin at all
So the cord was weakened
It frayed, it spun then broke
Breacken was thrown into Corryvreckin
And was drowned without a hope
His body would have been lost
If it were not for his hound
Who swam out and retrieved him
And brought him to by the sound
The princess deep in mourning
His body for to save
Buried him with affection
Within a nearby cave