In the Western seas I loved a miss
As shy as the sharks that swim,
And it’s duties we owe to the art of a kiss—
Sing too rel le roo
And the wine is red—
If a maiden so shy should be took with a whim
And a man’s heart gone to his head.
Ho! the heart of a man, etc.
P. S.—There are said to be seven seas. It ought to be seventy.
