Oh, mark yon little bounding bark,1
That skims along the main !2
Ye roaring waves, be merciful—3
Return it safe again.4
And blow, ye breezes, gently blow,5
And waft it to the shore ;6
For one young heart would break with woe,7
Should it return no more.8
A fair one stands at her lattice high,9
And she sees it come in sight;10
Her heart beats as it ventures nigh,11
And she watches with delight.12
Her lover’s in yon little bark,13
That rises with the foam ;14
Then, gently blow, ye vernal gales,15
And waft the sailor home.16