IT SAILS THE OTHER DAY
The water is wide,
I cannot get o'er,
and love to me.
A ship there is and it sails the other day,
a-gathering flowers,
both shall row.
My love, I'm in,
I know not if I sink or swim.
O love and I.
It's loaded deep as deep the other day,
a-gathering flowers,
both shall row, my love and love can do.
But first it bended, and then it is new,
but when it is new, but when it is new,
but not as deep as the other day.
A ship there is and it sails the other day,
a-gathering flowers, both shall row,
my love can do.
I leaned my back up against some oak,
thinking that will carry two,
and love I'm in.
I know not if I sink or swim.
O love and I.
It's loaded deep as deep the other day.
The water is wide,
I cannot get o'er,
and love to me.
A ship there is and it sails the other day,
a-gathering flowers, both shall row,
my love to me.
- Rebecca Fox
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Note: Phrases selected according to a personal canon from those generated by
"Rambler", a useful text-mangler for the Acorn Archimedes computer. The
soure texts are folksongs, in this case "O Waly, Waly"; "The Cat Has Just
Been And Caught A Jacket Blue" incorporates material from a large number of
ballads. Rebecca is my sister, and does this sort of thing to amuse
herself. - Dom
"As I lay asleep in Italy,
a bunch of uniformed thugs burst in
and beat the living crap out of me"
- Percy "Bish" Shelley
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