We will pin you both to our hearts
With the pin of love,
The pin that will never rust!
It was a pathetic little song with something of the sentiment breathed in Tom Moore’s beautiful old Irish melody: [[32]]
As slow our ship her foamy track
Against the wind was cleaving,
Her trembling pennant still looked back
To that dear isle ‘twas leaving.
So loth we part from all we love,
From all the links that bind us;