Six excellent songs (1)/The rover's bride

THE ROVER’S BRIDE.

Oh if you love me, furl your sails,
Draw up your boat on shore;
Come tell me tales of midnight gales.
But tempt their might no more:—
Oh stay, Kate whisper’d, stay with me,
Fear not, the Rover cried,
Yon bark shall be a prize for thee.
I’ll seize it for my bride.

The boat was in pursuit—it flew,
The full sails bent the mast,
Poor Kate well knew the Rover’s crew
Would struggle to the last.
And ceaselessly for morning’s light
She pray’d upon her knees,
For all the night the sounds of fight
Were borne upon the breeze.

When morning came, it brought despair,
The Rover’s boat was gone,
Kate rent her hair, one bark was there.
Triumphant, but alone.
She sought the shore, she brav’d the storm,
A corpse lay by her side,
She strove to warm the Rover’s form,
Then kiss’d his lips, and died.