Oh! waves in the sunlight gleaming, Oh! billows with ceaseless roar, Bring back to this aching heart of mine, The laddie you bore long ago. Far out on on your restless bosom, Far away from his boy-hood’s home, I charge you waves of the deep, blue sea To bid my wanderer come.
Oh! stars in the heavens twinkling Like lamps hung up in the sky, Oh! moon look down through the darkness, His trysting-place you may descry. Then tell him a fond heart is aching, In love for the dear one she bore, Oh! surely to thee he will hearken, And haste to his own cottage door.