"Were I a captain bold," I said,
And gently clasped her hand,
"Wouldst sail with me, by fancy led,
To every foreign strand?
"Wouldst help me furl my silver sail,
And be my trusty crew?
Wouldst stand by in the midnight gale,
My pilot tried and true?"
"Well, no," she answered, blushing red,
"Such heavy work I hate.
But,"—listen what the maiden said,—
"I would be your first mate."