A SECRET WEAPON FOR BEST SONGS OF ALL TIME

A lady was walking with a midsummer’s working day/The birds they have been whistling so merrily and gay/Together came a white steed, the finest array/And it carried a young male, these terms he did say/”Occur Stay by the great moon/That guidelines the potent tide/Climb up on my horse, appreciate/And be my sweet brideWithin the concealed shore,