As fadeth Yarmouth Bay.
Solo. They passed the Scilly Isles that day,
And May days came, and June,
And thrice upon the ocean lay
The full orb of the moon.
And as that day, on Yarmouth Bay,
Ere England sunk from view,
While yet the rippling Solent lay
In April skies of blue,
Concert. “Pray to the Lord with fervent lips,”