No Man

No man no man shall travel this land
'Till the sand wash down to the sea
No strand no strand can hold its sand
When the waves fan endlessly
'Till all I have is ransomed
All I have is sold
'Till my country 'tis of thee
No sand no sand in the hourglass stands
Though I stand not wantonly
No hand no hand shall tarry this hand
'Till that man shall marry me
Though all I have is silver
All I have is gold
'Tis the source and not sorcery
To understand the talisman
And the clan of mystery
The forest stand the wedding band
Without apostrophe
Though all my days are numbered
All my stories told
The riddle still is thee