upon a distant shore.
He there confessed his love for me
He there confessed his love for me
and swore forever more
I should not be a lowly thing
I should not be a lowly thing
from then on if I wore
His turban grand,
His turban grand,
and held his hand,
and went by Eleanor.
His sweet request,
His sweet request,
I must confess,
filled my young heart with glee.
I said, "Now wait, let's set a date,"
I said, "Now wait, let's set a date,"
then asked him out to tea.
