And men are running up them to furl the sails,
For there is a capful of wind to-day,
And we are already well under way.
The deck is aslant in the bubbling breeze.
Theodore, please.
Oh, Dear, how you tease!
And the boatswains whistle sounds again,
And the men pull on the sheets:
My name is Hanging Johnny,
Away-i-oh;
They call me Hanging Johnny,
So hang,
boys, hang.
The trees of the forest are masts, tall masts;
They are swinging over
Her and her lover.
Almost swooning
Under the ballooning canvas,
She lies
Looking up in his eyes
As he bends farther over.
Theodore, still her lover!
The suds were dried upon Charlottas hands,
She leant against the table for support,
Wholly forgotten. Theodores eyes were brands
Burning upon his music. He stopped short.
Charlotta almost heard the sound of bands
Snapping. She put one hand up to her heart,
Her fingers touched the locket with a start.
Herr Altgelt put his violin away
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