_Oh do you wish to know my Loves?
Then you must come with me
To every land of all the lands
And the waves of every sea._
My love she nestles to my side,
Nor careth who discern,
For she’s the breeze o’ the Southern Seas
Where the egg-spume waters turn.
My love she wraps me in her arms
With a crushing grasp and wild,
For she was born o’ the six-months morn,
A strong, tumultuous child.
My love needs throw a kiss to me,
And the kiss is the rainbow spray,
Then laughing in glee, coquettishly,
She lightly trips away.
My love she comes with open arms,
A dazzling beauty bold--
Lilac and rose and amber,
Scarlet and blazing gold.
My love she gently beckons me
And folds me nearer yet,
A blushing maid with crown of jade
Where the first pale stars are set.
_Oh do you wish to know my Loves?
Then you must come with me
To every land of all the lands
And the waves of every sea._