And all of this for whom? For me.
With open arms to meet the ship
I ran, and proudly curled my lip.
No one should know from whence it came,
And none should share my wealth and fame.
My gowns of silk with me should roam,
My gold I’d closet at my home.
Ah, me! I knew not what I thought.
The ship was by a whirlwind caught.
It staggered out upon the sea—