A sailor once wooed a farmer's daughter,
 The fairest lass in all the country side.
She loved him well; but when he besought her
 With beating, beating heart to be his bride,
"A sailor lad," she said, "I'll never, never wed,
 And live a wife and widow all in one;
O no, my charmer shall be a farmer,
 Returning faithful with the set of sun."

At danger's [call]1, across the water
 The sailor went, but left his heart behind;
Fresh lovers whispered the farmer's daughter;
 Yet when they prayed her to confess her mind,
"A farmer's lad," she said, "I'll never, never wed,
 When heroes bleed to guard their native [strand]2.
Till war is over I need no lover:
 Then let the stoutest soldier claim my hand."

[When peace returned, escaped]3 from slaughter,
 With stars and crosses home our warriors came,
And some went wooing the farmer's daughter,
 But none could charm the lass to change her name;
[Until once more from far a gallant, gallant tar
 Began with beating heart his love to tell;]4
And sweetly turning, with blushes burning,
 She sighed: "Since first we met I've loved you well!"