On Sat, 29 Sep 2012 22:14:59 +0100, David Hill
wrote:


I wonder if it was this one

The Willow Tree

There was a youth, a cruel youth,
Who lived beside the sea,
Six lovely maidens he drownded there
By the lonely willow tree.

As he walked out with Sally Brown,
And they walked by the sea,
An evil thought it came to him,
By the lonely willow tree.

"O turn your back to the water's side,
Your face to the willow tree,
Six pretty maidens I've drowned them here,
And you the seventh shall be.

"But first take off your golden gown,
Take off your gown," said he,
"For though I am going to murder you
I would not spoil your finery."

"Then turn around, you false young man,
Then turn around," said she,
"For it is not proper that such a youth
A naked woman should see."

He turned around, that false young man,
Around about turned he,
And seizing him boldly in both her arms,
She threw him into the sea.

"Lie there, lie there, you false young man,
Lie there, lie there," said she,
"For six pretty maidens you've drowned them here,
Go keep them company!"

He sank beneath the icy waves,
He sank down into the sea.
No living thing wept a tear for him,
Save that lonely willow tree.

A salutary tale but not nearly school boyish enough!

Cheers, Jake
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Urgling from the East End of Swansea Bay where sometimes
it's raining and sometimes it's not.