@Barry The Mod,
Funny, Brit. Get her leg pulled? Love it. Ah, those old laws. Someone ought to rewrite them.
Row, Row, Row your boat is a round. Know what that Means. "Life is but a Dream."
Our poem for today by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Skye Boat Song
Robert Louis Stevenson
Sing me a song of the lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
Mull was astem, Rum on the port,
Eigg on the starboard bow:
Glory of youth glowed in his soul:
Where is that glory now?
Sing me a song of the lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
Give me again all that was there,
Give me the sun that shone,
Give me the eyes, give me the soul,
Give me the lad that's gone.
Sing me a song of the lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
Billow and breeze, islands and seas,
Mountains of rain and sun,
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone.
Sing me a song of the lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
You missed Paul's vocal version
edgar, I love Jean, Jean. Wasn't that written by Rod McHuen?