THE MAN IN THE MOON
Man in the moon
The man in the moon once had a wife,And she was really the plague of his life.They used to sail in a bright canoe,From east to West, o’er the sky so blue.But she was restless and he was rough,And said he hadn’t half room enough.One night in turning the boat around,The woman fell out, and she was drowned.And down in the lake she sails aloneIn a lovely boat that is all her own!
The man in the moon once had a wife,And she was really the plague of his life.They used to sail in a bright canoe,From east to West, o’er the sky so blue.But she was restless and he was rough,And said he hadn’t half room enough.One night in turning the boat around,The woman fell out, and she was drowned.And down in the lake she sails aloneIn a lovely boat that is all her own!
The man in the moon once had a wife,And she was really the plague of his life.
The man in the moon once had a wife,
And she was really the plague of his life.
They used to sail in a bright canoe,From east to West, o’er the sky so blue.
They used to sail in a bright canoe,
From east to West, o’er the sky so blue.
But she was restless and he was rough,And said he hadn’t half room enough.
But she was restless and he was rough,
And said he hadn’t half room enough.
One night in turning the boat around,The woman fell out, and she was drowned.
One night in turning the boat around,
The woman fell out, and she was drowned.
And down in the lake she sails aloneIn a lovely boat that is all her own!
And down in the lake she sails alone
In a lovely boat that is all her own!
Woman in boat