Roll on Silver Moon.
As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day,
About the beginning of June,
’Neath a jessamine shade I espied a fair maid,
And she sadly complain’d to the moon.
Roll on silver moon, guide the traveler’s way,
When the nightingale’s song is in tune,
But never, never more with my lover I’ll stray,
By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.
Roll on, &c.