“ A father bends o’er him with looks of delight,
⁠His cheek is impearl’d with a mother’s warm tear,
And the lips of the boy in a love-kiss unite,
⁠With lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear.
Oh! sailor boy, sailor boy, never again,
⁠Shall peace, love, or kindred, thy wishes repay,
Unblest, and unhonour’d, down deep in the main,
⁠Full many score fathom thy form shall decay:
Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away,
⁠And still the vast waters above thee shall roll,
Earth loosens thy body, for ever and aye,
⁠Oh! sailor boy, sailor boy, peace to thy soul. ”

“ O joyous hour!
Compose a wreath of ev'ry flow’r;
Let’s bind him to us, ne’er to sever,
Young Love shall dwell with us for ever.
Eternal spring the wreath composes;
Content is Love among the roses. ”

“ Her mouth, which a smile,
Devoid of all guile,
Half open to view,
Is the bud of the rose.
In the morning that blows,
Impearl’d with the dew.
More fragrant her breath,
Than the flower-scented heath,
At the dawing of day ”