With nought to do all day but woo—
O, had I but a fairy yacht!
To some sweet unfrequented spot—
If I but thought that hearts were true—
I soon would sail away with Dot!
I'd sail away, not minding what,
My friends approve, or foes pooh-pooh—
O, had I but a fairy yacht!
For name or fame care not a jot,
I'd leave behind no trace or clue—