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?
Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.