are the heavy wings to fly.

Give me a boat

that will carry too.

And

Oh, down in the meadows the other day

day her gathering flowers

both fine and gay a gathering flowers both red and blue

was a trusty tree but first it bended and then it

Thank you.

My false love to me.

The ship that is, and she sails the sea.

She's loaded deep, as deep can be

But not so deep as the love I make.

I know not if I