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"The Book of Odes", by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908],

p. 45

"On The Banks Of Ho\"

The little boat of cypress rocks,

Rocks in the midst of Ho;

He was my lord, whose long dark locks

Divided in their downward flow.

Till death betide,

His bride,

I'll wed no other.

O Heaven! O mother!

Will you not understand your child?

The little boat of cypress rocks

There by the side of Ho;

He was my only one, whose locks

Divided in their downward flow.

Till death betide,

His bride,

I'll wed no other.

O Heaven! O mother!

Far from me be the thing defiled!

Will you not understand your child?