La Paloma |
The day that I left my home for the rolling sea I said "Mother dear, Oh, pray to thy God for me." And ere we sailed I went fond leave to take Of Niña, who wept as if her poor heart would break. Niña, if I should die and o'er oceans foam, Softly a white dove on a fair eve should come. Open thy lattice, dearest, for it will be, My faithful soul that loving comes back to thee!
|: Oh! a life on the sea!
And when I come home from Niña to part no more, |