New minstrel/The Anchor's weighed

THE ANCHOR'S WEIGHED.

The tear fell gently from her eye,
When last we parted on the shore:
My bosom heaved with many a sigh,
To think I ne'er might see her more.

Dear youth, she cried, and canst thou haste away?
My heart will break—a little moment stay.
Alas! I cannot—I cannot part from thee.
The anchor's weighed—farewell! farewell! remember me!

Weep not, my love, I trembling said;
Doubt not a constant heart like mine.
I ne'er can meet another maid
Whose charm can fix my heart like thine.

Go, then, she cried, but let thy constant mind
Oft think on her thou leavest in tears behind,
A maid—this last embrace my pledge shall be.
The anchor's weighed—farewell! farewell! remember me!