_by Philip Verrill Mighels._
_Illustration by F. Luis Mora._
_Somewhere I have heard that the “Pleiades all sang together,” and
I therefore submit these all-star verses as a song._
In the Northern seas I loved a maid
As cold as a polar bear,
But of taking a cold I was not afraid—
Sing too rel le roo
And the wine is red—
For a kiss is a kiss most anywhere,
When a man’s heart goes to his head.
Ho! the heart of a man is an onion, boys,
An onion, boys, with a shedding skin;
And never it breaks, for you off with its hide
When the old love’s gone—and it’s fresh within!
In the Southern seas I loved a lass
As warm as a day in June,
And oh, that a summer should ever pass—
Sing too rel le roo
And the wine is red—
For my summer, my lads, was gone too soon,
With a man’s heart gone to his head.
Ho! the heart of a man, etc.
[Illustration:
“_In the Southern seas I loved a lass_
_As warm as a day in June._”]
In the Western seas I loved a miss
As shy as the sharks that swim,
And it’s duties we owe to the art of a kiss—
Sing too rel le roo
And the wine is red—
If a maiden so shy should be took with a whim
And a man’s heart gone to his head.
Ho! the heart of a man, etc.
P. S.—There are said to be seven seas. It ought to be seventy.