Tom O'Bedlam Sings His Song in parts and fits

It was a popular enough ballad and yet
Still she haunts me, phantomwise::

I have weird memories of you
/pissing in a sink I think/
Nor wanders she from
myself with brave bracelets strong
Ten leagues beyond
The wild world's end—

Methinks it is no journey
With a burning spear
To the wilderness I wander
For oft, when he lies sleeping
I see the stars at bloody wars
In the wounded welkin weeping

You know you have a permanent piece
Of my medium-sized American heart::