“Away and away in a far somewhere,
The roses are red and sweet and fair;
And nobody knows of a rose that may be,
But Mine and Me.
“Away and away on a blue lagoon,
Shines softly,—softly,—the silvery moon;
And nobody knows of the wavelets’ plea,
But Mine and Me.”
The last strains rang out across the water, and as Patty’s voice ceased, a whispered “Brava!” was heard from one of the gondoliers.