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,