'"And if your Nancy frowns, my lad, And scorns a jacket blue, Just hoist your sails for other ports,
In a quiet, pleasant meadow, Beneath a summer sky, Where green old trees their branches waved,
I am the monarch of the Sea, The ruler of the Queen's Navee,-- When at anchor here I ride,
My bonnie flower, with truest joy Thy welcome face I see, The world grows brighter to my eyes,
Sitting patient in the shadow Till the blessed light shall come, A serene and saintly presence
A little kingdom I possess, Where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard I find the task
Sweet, sweet days are passing O'er my happy home. Passing on swift wings through the valley of life.
Two Yankee maids of simple mien, And earnest, high endeavour, Come sailing to the land of France,
God bless you, dear Queen Bess! May nothing you dismay, But health and peace and happiness
They saw again the crocus bloom, And, leaning from that lofty room, Sir Launcelot with face of gloom
"There are no flowers in the fields, No green leaves on the tree, No columbines, no violets,