The day that 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 fond leave to take
Of Niña, who wept as if her poor heart would break.
Niña, if I should die and o'er 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!
And when I come home from Niña to part no more,