  Illustration by F. Luis Mora. Somewhere I have heard that the “Pleiades all sang together,” and I therefore submit these all-star verses as a song. I N the Northern seas I loved a maid As cold as a polar bear, But of taking a cold I was not afraid— Sing too rel le roo And the wine is red— For a kiss is a kiss most anywhere, When a man’s heart goes to his head. Ho! the heart of a man is an onion, boys, An onion, boys, with a shedding skin; And never it breaks, for you off with its hide When the old love’s gone—and it’s fresh within! In the Southern seas I loved a lass As warm as a day in June, And oh, that a summer should ever pass— Sing too rel le roo And the wine is red— For my summer, my lads, was gone too soon, With a man’s heart gone to his head. Ho! the heart of a man, etc. “In the Southern seas I loved a lass As warm as a day in June.” In the Western seas I loved a miss As shy as the sharks that swim, And it’s duties we owe to the art of a kiss— Sing too rel le roo And the wine is red— If a maiden so shy should be took with a whim And a man’s heart gone to his head. Ho! the heart of a man, etc. P. S.—There are said to be seven seas. It ought to be seventy. |
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