I.
ADIEU--adieu, my dearest,
My barque is in the bay,
And the cannon that thou hearest,
Forbids my longer stay.
II.
My sails are loos'd on high, love--
My anchor is a-peak--
My pennant fills the sky, love,
Yet a tear is on thy cheek.
III.
Oh! do not--do not weep, love,
The whirlwinds of the sea
Will slumber while I sleep, love,
With joyous dreams of thee !
IV.
To burning climes I roam, love
But wherever I may roam,
My heart still doats on home, love,
My hallow'd hearth and home,
V.
Our cottage by the mountain,
Our garden and each tree,
Our grotto and its fountain,
Have a thousand charms to me.
VI.
But dearer--dearer far, love.
Than May-bud to the bee,
Than to the moth the star, love,
Art thou, fond girl, to me.
VII.
Then cease to weep, my dearest,
Nor grieve because we part,
The danger which thou fearest
Brings rapture to my heart.
VIII.
'Tis joy to cleave the billow,
With more than falcon speed,
With my "light barque" for my pillow,
My castle, and my steed.
IX.
Adieu--adieu, my kind one,
Again--again, adieu--
Tho' I roam I ne'er shall find one
So loved, so fond as you.
H. H.
Notes
From the NSW Newspaper The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser 23 Mar 1833 p. 4.
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