Come, sweet my lad, come

To our hamlet

Where, in ebb and flow

The river sweeps and rolls,

Come, sweet my lad, come!

In the moonlight

Athwart the floating foam,

With the white sail unfurl'd,

And tuning dulcet notes

Come, sweet my lad, come!

When I scull the boat

With sidelong glances spying

Thou wilt cast thy net

For this silvery fish.

We shall sail on

Athwart the heaving seas,

And merge in the moon

Born of the ocean-wave.