Come Josephine, In My Flying Machine - Moya Brennan
Come, Josephine, in my flying machine
Going up, she goes, up she goes
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes, there she goes
Up, up, a little bit higher
Oh my, the moon is on fire
Come, Josephine, in my flying machine
Going up, all on, good-bye
Oh say, let us fly, girl
Where, dear? To the sky, girl
Oh you, flying machine
Jump in, Miss Josephine
Come, Josephine, in my flying machine
Going up, all on, good-bye