Through the broad rolling prairie I’ll merrily ride,
Though father may frown, and though mother may chide;
To the green leafy island, the largest of three,
That sleep in the midst of that silent green sea—
For there my dear Fanny, my gentle young Fanny,
My own darling Fanny is waiting for me.
Ho! Selim—push on! The green isle’s still afar,
And morning’s pale light dims the morning’s large star;
Before the sun rises she’ll watch there for me,
Her eyes like twin planets that gaze on the sea.