And say that I died with a prayer on my lips,
For her and dad.
Ah! the day I well remember,
That I ran away to sea,
Dad and I had hotly quarrelled,
And in passion he struck me,
I struck him back, oh! Heaven, forgive me!
To the docks I made my way,
Stowed myself on board a vessel
That was due to sail that day.—Chorus.