Captains hair
Shone softly in the sun
Rode on his best mare
To Sarah School-boy eyes
Would stare with innocent fun
Never told no lies
He loved Sarah Whispered by a bramble
Carried by a brook
To every fisher's hook
Sarah Fragrant fields
Playing croquet in the sun
Nothing appeals
Like Sarah Whispered by a bramble
Carried by a brook
To every fisher's hook
Sarah
