Ah to be in a sailing boat
Sailing whenever fancy did take me,
In a river, lake or castle moat,
With wind astern I would feel so free.
No oars to pull, no wheels to turn,
Mother Nature supplies the sweet motion
With such a fair lady astern,
With ease I could traverse any ocean.
Ah to own such a sailing boat,
Alas such a dream could never come true,
For I, a slave must just cut oats;
Till I will die, and no more work can do. |