Always in vain, to cross the line afar
That she had marked outside of shoal and bar.
And it was said that many who had rushed
Upon the Cove with favoring wind and tide,
Had come away with heart and spirit crushed,
Bereft of courage and of manly pride,
To live their lives perpetual exiles,
Beyond the reach of cheering songs and smiles.
And so the boatmen, sailing up and down,
From Lone Tree Cove would sheer their boats away;