“Softly blow, thou western breeze,

Softly rustle through the sail!

Soothe to rest the furrowy seas,

Before my Love, sweet western gale!”

Thus, all to soothe the Chieftain’s woe,

Far from the maid he loved so dear,

The song arose, so soft and slow,

He seemed her parting sigh to hear.

The lonely deck he paces o’er,

Impatient for the rising day,