See how she rides the crested foam,
To bear thee, love, to the Pirate’s home;
Then fly, love, fly, do not delay,
We must be gone before to-morrow’s day.
Come, love, come, &c.
I dare not stay on this hallow’d land,
I must away to my pirate band;
They restless sit, all side by side,
To hail thee, love, as the Pirate’s Bride.
Come, love, come, &c.