WILL YOU ROW IN MY BOAT?

Come sit in my boat at morn

When the mist of fog shields the

Privacy of precious romances, and the

Coolness of dawn preserves the

Goodness and innocence of virgin loves.

Come sit with your face to mine

And let the bashful, gleaming sun’s light

Reveal the pristine beauty of your Lovely eyes and skin aglow.

Come sit with me and row with me,

And let our love afloat gently disturb

My favorite flowered dress of our

First acquaintance.