And we should lower you, Johnny Cox,
Lamenting o'er the side—
Into the moaning tide.
——A. P. Graves.
A SONG OF THE EXMOOR HUNT
Awake, arise! The south wind sighs,
Beneath a cloudy curtain
And we should lower you, Johnny Cox,
Lamenting o'er the side—
Into the moaning tide.
——A. P. Graves.
Awake, arise! The south wind sighs,
Beneath a cloudy curtain