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Soon as her well-known voice he heard,
 He sigh’d, and cast his eyes below:
The cord glides swiftly thro’ his glowing hand
And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,
 Shuts close his pinions on his breast,
If chance his mate’s shrill cry he hear,
 And drops at once into her nest;
The noblest Captain in the British fleet
Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet.

O Susan, Susan, lovely dear,
 My vows shall ever true remain;
Let'me kiss off that falling tear,
 We only part to meet again:
Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be
The faithful compass that still points to thee.

Believe not what the landsmen say,
 Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind;
They’ll tell thee, Sailors, when away,
 In every port a mistress find:
Yes, yes, believe them, when they tell thee so,
For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.

If to fair India’s coast we sail,
 Thine eyes are seen in diamonds bright!
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale!
 Thy sky is ivory so white!
Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.