THE PIRATE'S SERENADE.
Come, love, come, come away with me,
My bark is on the glassy sea;
The moon is bright on ocean's breast.
All, save the pirate, are now at rest.
See how she rides the crested foam,
To bear thee, love, to the pirate's home;
Then fly, love, fly, do not delay,
We must be gone before to-morrow's day.-Chorus
I dare not stay on this hallowed land,
I must away to my pirate band;
They restless sit, all side by side,
To hail thee, love, as the pirate's bride.-Chorus.
Though my voice is rough-oh! do not start,
For true and soft is the pirate's heart.
Thy home shall be ou some fairy land,
And thou wilt be queen of the pirate's baud.
Come, love, come-ah! why that stern brow-
She smiles, who so happy as the pirate now?
My arms will bear thee to "that thing of life,"
And this night thou must be the pirate's wife.