Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?
Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep.
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.
I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.