Saturday, October 31, 2009

Make me a wreck as I come back, but spare me as I'm gone!

Nimbly, nimbly rose she up unto the water's brim,
And the louder that this young girl cried,
the louder grew the wind.
"Oh and alas!" this young girl cried,
"Your water's wondrous deep."
Oh the very next step that she went in,
she's up unto her knees,
Cried she, "I would go farther in,
If I me true lover could see."

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M is for Margaret, who was swept out to sea...