“Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?”
“Over the sea.”
“Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?”
“All that love me.”
“Are you not tired with rolling and never
Resting to sleep?
Why look so pale and so sad, as for ever
Wishing to weep?”
“Ask me not this, little child, if you love me;
You are too bold
I must obey my dear Father above me,
And do as I’m told.”
“Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?”
“Over the sea.”
“Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?”
“All that love me.”
