And ne’er may see again.
Fill to the loved ones whose bright eyes are beaming
As yonder stars in their pure heaven of blue,
Bright as the stars those brilliant eyes are gleaming
With heaven’s own hue.
Fill to the loved ones whose bright cheeks are glowing
As eastern heaven in morning’s virgin ray,
Whose necks, down which their auburn locks are flowing,
Would shame the dashing spray.
Away! away! above the waves careering,