Moonlight shadow, moonlight shadow
I don't want to be mantled in you
cold and unfriendly as you are
damp with the midnight dew
I would rather have a sunbeam clothed upon my shoulder
little sis will hide her face
unless loving arms enfold her
Sitting on a towel down on Netley shore
eating bread and damson jam
hearking the old men snore
sifting through the shingle in the afternoon sun
"a stone that's got a hole in it
... little sis says ...
is a lucky one"