Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep.
Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
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.
I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.