Shall I never be quite alive again?—
I'll make a desperate struggle for life!
I catch at his arm as he passes by,
As a drowning creature clutches at life;
And I whisper low as a lullaby—
'Give him me instantly—I am his wife!'
He stares in my face with nothing to say—
A tremor comes over his brow and lip—
He flings up his arms in a helpless way,
And stammers—'Alas! he's on board the ship!'