What comes of too much mother goose

1.
"Can ne'er I go?"
To me she said, "yes."
"where'er the wind blow?"
and she told me to guess.
So I decided to try.
"To a place where it's dry?"

2.
She was tall
with brown hair.
Her waist small,
My heart's snare.
I was sure
to love her.

3.
"Where are we going?"
He said to me.
I said, "I am showing
you the way to the sea."
"Ha, ha!" he laughed as his ashes said,
"that's the perfect place to scatter the dead."

4.
Her scarf was red
though her hair so white.
It blew from her head
though the wind was light.
I picked it up, took it to her as I said,
"Kiss me if thou wantest thy scarf of red."