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5 THE LIGHT OF THE MOON.

It happened on a summer's evening,

In the merry month of May

Just as I had quit my weaving,

Through the groves I chance to stray.

And there I met with lovely Sally,

Blooming like a rose in June;

But I did not wait long time to dally,

Until I kiss'd my love by the light of the moon.

Thou fairest of the soft creation,

While I enjoy these happy hours,

Be not shy unto me, Sally,

For I have thee in my power;

Then I clasp'd her in my arms,

Like unto the flowers in bloom:

I did not wait long time to dally,

Until I kiss’d my love by the light of the moon.

Then I led her to a bed of roses,

While she cried, young man forbear,

Do not hurt me, she cry'd Johnny,

Or I will tear you by the hair

For don’t you see my cloth's a tearing,

My handsome cap and new baloon;