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JOE GOLIGHTLY.
211
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!
His Skipper (Captain Joyce)
He gave him many a rating,
And almost lost his voice
From thus expostulating:
"Lay out, you lubber, do!
What's come to that young man, Joe?
Belay!—'vast heaving! you!
Do kindly stop that banjo!"
