Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep.

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

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.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the 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?