I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.
Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep.
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.
Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.