The Sickbed of Cuchulainn, by the Pogues
> You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands. »
Winter Lady, by Leonard Cohen
> And why are you so quiet now standing there in the doorway? You chose your journey long before you came upon this highway. »
The Well Below The Valley
Green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o A gentleman was passing by And he asked for a drink as he was dry At the well »