THE SAILOR'S WIDOW.
'Twas early Spring, when I was young.
The flowers bloomed, the birds they sung;
No happier one was there than I,
When my sailor lad was nigh.
Six months passed since we were wed,
And, oh, how sweet the moments fled;
When we must part at dawn of day,
As the proud ship bore my love away.
Time rolls on and he comes no more,
To his weeping wife on the drear shore,
The ship went down in a howling storm,
The sea engulfed his lifeless form.
'Tis Autumn now and I'm alone,
Flowers have bloomed, the birds have flown;
All is sad, but none sad as I,
My dear sailor no more is nigh.
Oh, would that I were buried, too,
'Neath the waves of the ocean blue;
My soul to God, my body in the sea,
And the blue waves rolling over me.