The Yachting Maid

Sing ho, a song for the yachting maid,

      The maiden who braves the sea;

Who stands abaft on the reeling craft

While the wind hauls down the bending shaft

Afar from the windless  lea.

Sing ho, a song for the yachting maid,

      Whose cheeks are of sea shell hue;

Whose form is as trim as the sea gull grim

That dips along o’er the ocean’s brim

      Whose eyes are of deep sea blue.

Sing ho, a song for the yachting maid,

      The queen of the salty main;

The maiden who braves the treacherous waves,

Who holds the skipper and crew as slaves,

      Who never commands in vain.

Aug. 27, 1901