“Ship a-hoy! what cheer! what cheer!’”
Now sails aback we nearer come,
Kind words are said of friends at home;
But soon, too soon, we part in pain,
To sail o’er silent seas again,
To sail o’er silent seas again.
When o’er the ocean’s dreary plain,
With toil her destined port to gain,
Our gallant ship has near’d the strand,
We claim our own, our native land,