The bark is gliding down the bay,
That bears me far from you;
I would not go—yet must not stay;
Adieu, dear girl, adieu!
My country calls—her clarion blew;
She must not call in vain;
Adieu, dear girl, a fond adieu!
We part to meet again.
When tost upon the raging sea,
Far, far from love and you,
I know you’ll sometimes think of me,
And softly sigh—adieu!
Oh! wipe away that falling tear—
Come, come, thy smiles renew;
A sailor’s love should never fear:
Adieu, dear girl, adieu!
And should we meet the foe in fight
You shall not blush for me:
Your image here will give me might,
And I’ll no recreant be.
But we must part! the signal blew
That calls me on the main:
Adieu, dear girl, a fond adieu!
We part to meet again.
