- Ballad
- The moon is on the sea,
- Willow!
- The wind blows towards the lee,
- Willow!
- But though I sigh and sob and cry,
- No Lady Jane for me,
- Willow!
- She says, "'Twere folly quite,
- Willow!
- For me to wed a wight,
- Willow!
- Whose lot is cast before the mast";
- And possibly she's right,
- Willow!
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