Over the sea.
Lady Moon, Lady moon, whom are you loving?
All that love
me.
Are you not tired with rolling, and never
resting to
sleep?
Why look so pale and so sad, so forever
wishing to
weep?
Ask me not this, little child, if you love me;
You are to bold
I must obey my dear Father above me,
And do as l’m told.
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