“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.