Far far, at Sea.

'TWAS at night, when the bell had toll'd twelve,
And poor Susan was laid on her pillow,
In her ear whisper'd some fitting elve—
Your love is now toss'd on a billow,
Far, far at sea!

All was dark, as she woke out of breath,
Not an object her fears could discover;
All was still as the silence of death,
Save fancy, which painted her lover,
Far, far at sea!

So she whisper'd a prayer—clos'd her eyes,
But the phantom still haunted her pillow;
Whilst in terror she echo'd his cries,
As struggling he sunk in a billow,
Far, far at sea!