"Aye, I would," she promises, her smile bright and shining. "If thee'd not mind it."

She goes up on her toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek, then sings, sweet and clear,

"Bright is the morning and brisk is the weather,
Steady the wind o'er the sweet-singing sea,
Proudly the tall ship a-rides in the harbor,
Come fare away with me."