o’er
Iron’s
build
a mote
as town
is, from
hence
ashore,
& sure
o’ that
the
earish lad,
@ once
m’ladies,
begin
again
among
the stones,
the water’s
ripe
and
julianne
across
equators
a hill-
side stand
the other
shore
& there
& then
ki rill e
a a lay
song
the ladies
strand
& on a
floe
O
the pipes
r psi n
from there
& then
to lass
a life
line
air
ayaladn 