His courage is high, but his heart will think
Of all in his happy home,
How in tears they’ll rush to the cliffs steep brink
And watch if his boat may come.
His home is where widows and orphans dwell,
Whose kin were lost in the sea;
And oft to each other they weeping tell
Of the loved they no more shall see.
But bright morning comes, and the wild wind veers,
The huge waves die away,