Blow, blow, ye winds, from the wide blue sea!
Oh, cool the heat of this fevered brow,
And still this heart with such melody
As your fluttering wings are wafting now!
Bear on, bear on, from that distant shore,
The loving tones of a household band
Whose cherished, forms I see no more,
Ye voices dim from my fatherland!
Such sad, sweet thoughts to me ye bring
Of my own far home with its ivied walls,