'Adieu, adieu! my native shore
    Fades o'er the waters blue; 
The Night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
    And shrieks the wild sea-mew. 
Yon Sun that sets upon the sea
    We follow in his flight; 
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
    My native Land -- Good Night!

[ ... ]

'Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high,
    I fear not wave nor wind; 
Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I
    Am sorrowful in mind; 
For I have from my father gone,
    A mother whom I love, 
And have no friend, save these alone,
    But thee -- and one above.

[ ... ]

'And now I'm in the world alone,
    Upon the wide, wide sea; 
But why should I for others groan,
    When none will sigh for me? 
Perchance my dog will whine in vain,
    Till fed by stranger hands; 
But long ere I come back again
    He'd tear me where he stands.

'With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go
    Athwart the foaming brine; 
Nor care what land thou bear'st me to,
    So not again to mine. 
Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves!
    And when you fail my sight, 
Welcome ye deserts, and ye caves!
    My native land -- Good Night!'