And our plaintive cries renewing,

Wander through the midnight gloom. 80

‘O’er these waves for ever mourning

Shall we roam, deprived of rest,

If to Britain’s shores returning,

You neglect my just request.

After this proud foe subduing, 85

When your patriot friends you see,

Think on vengeance for my ruin,

And for England shamed in me.’