Westward Ho

songs of Selma twist my brain

when the sun goes down

westlin hopes and fantasies

make me feel forlorn

all my dreams go sailing west

through mist and roaring waves

to the land where Ossian reigns

enchanting all the caves

w.j.u.h.

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