It had a taking charm.

The music was like a boat rocking on the water." "So it ought to be.

I learned the words in New Orleans.

The music came from the heart of my mandolin.

Listen, Senor! "'Row young oarsman, row, young oarsman, Into the crypt of the night we float: Fair, faint moonbeams wash and wander, Wash and wander about the boat.
Not a fetter is here to bind us, Love and memory lose their spell; Friends that we have left behind us, Prisoners of content,--farewell!'" "You are a wizard, Luis, and I have had a sail with you.