Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV

by Unknown

Out in the Hawarden woodlands,

Under the still home tree.

Doubtless Town misses you, my William.

Winds blow and storms are raging high;

Willy, my own Grand Old One,

Wait till the clouds roll by!

Chorus—Wait till the clouds roll by, Willy,

Wait till the clouds roll by;

Willie, my own Grand Old One,

Wait till the clouds roll by!