I'd soon be off just like a shot,
Far, far across the ocean blue;
I soon would sail away with Dot!
What happiness would be my lot,
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—
I soon would sail away with Dot!
Forgetting all, by all forgot,
I'd live and love the whole day through—
O, had I but a fairy yacht!
In distant lands I'd build a cot,
And live alone with I know who—
I soon would sail away with Dot!
I'd start at once—O, would I not?
If I were only twenty-two—
O, had I but a fairy yacht,
I soon would sail away with Dot.
J. Ashby Sterry.