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I flew to the pleasant fields, travell’d so oft.
In life’s morning march, when my bosom was young;
I heard my own mountain goats bleating aloft,
And well knew the strain that the corn-reapers sung.
In life’s morning march, when my bosom was young;
I heard my own mountain goats bleating aloft,
And well knew the strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Then pledg’d we the wine-cup, and fondly I swere,
From my house and my weeping friends never to part;
My little ones kiss’d me a thousand times o’er,
And my wife sobb'd aloud in the fulness of heart,
From my house and my weeping friends never to part;
My little ones kiss’d me a thousand times o’er,
And my wife sobb'd aloud in the fulness of heart,
Stay, stay with us! rest! thou art weary and worn!
And fain was the war-broken soldier to stay;
But sorrow return’d with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
And fain was the war-broken soldier to stay;
But sorrow return’d with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
The Sailor’s Love-Letter.
Dearest Poll, since I left you to plough the wide main,
I’ve of dangers and toils had my share;
But amid these disasters I steadfast remain,
So sweet girl rest assur'd of my care:
For tho’ blown by the wild winds over the sea,
No tempest shall blow my affections from thee.
I’ve of dangers and toils had my share;
But amid these disasters I steadfast remain,
So sweet girl rest assur'd of my care:
For tho’ blown by the wild winds over the sea,
No tempest shall blow my affections from thee.
