I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.
Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
Oh, pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the 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.
Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?