When I was down beside the sea …
Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night …
Though he, that ever kind and true, …
Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest — …
Grown about by fragrant bushes, …
When I am grown to man's estate …
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, …
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight …
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, …
From breakfast on through all the day …
How do you like to go up in a swing, …
As from the house your mother sees …
Whenever the moon and stars are set, …