She trimmed it, for she knew
That her husband dear would gaze,
When the white cliffs loomed a-head,
For those love-enkindled rays;
And when he saw them flicker,
Through the darkness of the night,
He would straightways cry right cheerily
‘There’s Nelly’s Beacon Light.’
But, ah! these long night watches,
They paled poor Nelly’s cheek;