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 * 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
 * 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, ?

Belay!—'vast heaving! you!
 * Do kindly stop that banjo!"