The lea shall have its lily bells, 
  The tree its bud and blossom, 
But when shall I have my leal love 
  Hame frae the faithless ocean? 

Sair, sair, I pled and followed him 
  With weeping and with wailing;
He broke his vow, and broke my heart;
  And sighed, and went a sailing. 

All night I woo the tender stars, 
  With eyes upturned and mourning;
And every morn look to the sea,
  For my leal love returning. 

Oh, sweetly sweet would be the sleep, 
  That knows no dream or waking; 
And lang and green may the grass grow 
  Aboon a heart that's breaking.