| "... at the way in which the will-o'- the-wisp bandit, Clyde Barrow... | |
| "Is it the low rustling of the rushes, the strange will-o'-the-wisp lights, the silence which prevails on calm nights, or is it the still mists which hang over the surface like a shroud." | |
| # I know the kiss of a willo-the-wisp | |
| - A little wisp of hair on top | |
| - A tiny wisp? - Mm. | |
| "... at the way in which the will-o'- the-wisp bandit, Clyde Barrow... | |
| "Is it the low rustling of the rushes, the strange will-o'-the-wisp lights, the silence which prevails on calm nights, or is it the still mists which hang over the surface like a shroud." | |
| # I know the kiss of a willo-the-wisp | |
| - A little wisp of hair on top | |
| - A tiny wisp? - Mm. | |
| "A Diana spinning wisps of beauty about her." | |
| "My eyes that spoke, now wisps of smoke the light gives way to dark" | |
| "My eyes that spoke, now wisps of smoke" | |
| "My eyes that spoke, now wisps of smoke, the light gives way to dark" | |
| "Now wisps of smoke" | |
| "A Diana spinning wisps of beauty about her." | |
| "My eyes that spoke, now wisps of smoke the light gives way to dark" | |
| "My eyes that spoke, now wisps of smoke" | |
| "My eyes that spoke, now wisps of smoke, the light gives way to dark" | |
| "Now wisps of smoke" | |
