And now when they realized all that had come,
They cried, Oh! they screamed for the loved ones at home,
But their voices were drowned in the maddening roar
And their tears dimmed the view of the far distant shore.
We shrink from imprisonment ever afar;
We fight against water, the wall, or the bar
That would keep us from freedom to do as we will;
Even lovers or comrades together are still,
Never nearly so happy when liberty’s gone;
So they brought up the wine—something had to be done—