Go, I know, I know that a Northern goes Close to the shore to lay up Among the stones Cold, he sees all the hissing Leaves and maybe Two, the pair, who meet there When they please Cold the hour, to lay on a crooked Shore But still she leaves to wait by The water hole Leans to see something below the Green The staring eye that sees, and Knows of the man she leaves Pike, why does she walk at Night? She waits up among the trees Pike, where do you go at night? I look through the whistling Leaves Old northern, is your eye so Bright you can see a home Breaking on the shore Tonight? I see those two, the pair, and I Know of the man she leaves Go, I know, I know that a Northern goes Close to the shore to lay up Among the stones Cold, he sees all the wily trees And maybe Two, the pair, who meet there When they please