 | Poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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THE HALF-RING MOON.
Over the sea, over the sea,
My love he is gone to a far countrie;
But he brake a golden ring with me
The pledge of his faith to be.
My love he is gone to a far countrie;
But he brake a golden ring with me
The pledge of his faith to be.
Over the sea, over the sea,
He comes no more from the far countrie;
But at night, where the new moon loved to be,
Hangs the half of a ring for me.
He comes no more from the far countrie;
But at night, where the new moon loved to be,
Hangs the half of a ring for me.
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |