I’ll sing a song on that—to end our singing.
You’ve known the girl-wind, boys—I never doubt it;
And here’s a ballad which is all about it:”
THE GIRL-WIND
A hurly-burly, hurl-wind
Is hurrying o’er the waves;
Before it runs the Girl-wind
Fresh up from the Ocean caves.
She’s the little puff who goes before
To tell of the blow that’s coming,