Willie My Brave |
Stephen Foster, 1851
On the lonely sea-beat shore A maiden fair was weeping, Calling one who far away Beneath the wave was sleeping. Thus her sad unchanging strain Floated ever on the main Refrain: Come o'er the billow, Ride on the wave, Come while the wind bloweth, Willie my brave! | 2. He said his bark would soon return, And with a kiss they parted; But when a year had passed away, She then grew weary hearted Oh! 'twas sad, from day to day, To hear the maiden's plaintive lay Refrain:
3. None who knew the maiden's grief, |