Exclaimed, “Now don’t be foolish, Joe!”
An hour passed by; the Turk awoke,
Ten days and nights with sleepless eye,
To hover in the sulphur smoke,
And spread its pall upon the sky.
His echoing axe the settlers swung,
He was a lad of high degree;
And deep the pearly caves among,
Sweet Mary, weep no more for me.
Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast,