The day when I left my home for the rolling sea
I said, “Mother, dear, oh pray to thy God for me”
And ere, we sailed I went a fond leave to take
Of Nina, who wept as if her poor heart would break
Nina, if I could fly over oceans foam
Softly a white dove on a fair eve should come
Open thy lattice dearest for it will be
My faithful soul that loving comes back to thee
Oh a life on the sea!
Singing joyous and free
Ah! None are so gay as we!
