I leave, to bound the blue.
My Yacht lies yonder! 'Tis a bore,
But I must part from you.
I sniff the brine, I love the sea;
Half Englishman am I.
Farewell to England, and to thee,
Dear Grandmamma—good-bye!
I leave your isle, the truth to tell,
With qualified regret.
July in London would be well,