On The Seas And Far Away.

Tune - "O'er the hills," &c. I.         How can my poor heart be glad,         When absent from my sailor lad?         How can I the thought forego,         He's on the seas to meet the foe?         Let me wander, let me rove,         Still my heart is with my love:         Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day,         Are with him that's far away.                 On the seas and far away,                 On stormy seas and far away;                 Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day,                 Are ay with him that's far away. II.         When in summer's noon I faint,         As weary flocks around me pant,         Haply in this scorching sun         My sailor's thund'ring at his gun:         Bullets, spare my only joy!         Bullets, spare my darling boy!         Fate, do with me what you may -         Spare but him that's far away! III.         At the starless midnight hour,         When winter rules with boundless power:         As the storms the forests tear,         And thunders rend the howling air,         Listening to the doubling roar,         Surging on the rocky shore,         All I can - I weep and pray,         For his weal that's far away. IV.         Peace, thy olive wand extend,         And bid wild war his ravage end,         Man with brother man to meet,         And as a brother kindly greet:         Then may heaven with prosp'rous gales,         Fill my sailor's welcome sails,         To my arms their charge convey -         My dear lad that's far away.                 On the seas and far away                 On stormy seas and far away;                 Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day,                 Are ay with him that's far away.