William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
A Song at Sea: Our sails are spread before the windWilliam Leggett (18011839)
O
And onward, onward swift we fly;
We’ve left our country far behind,
No prospect now invites the eye,
Save the blue sea and cloudless sky.
To parents, friends, and Mary dear,
It was not fear that dimm’d mine eye;
This heart ne’er felt a thrill of fear;
It was affection caused the tear.
Our vessel dashes proudly on,
To meet those well-loved friends again,
With wealth and honours bravely won,
That is the hope I live upon.
Destroy these soothing dreams of glory,
Affection’s tears my grave will dew,
And Mary, when she hears my story,
Will shed love’s holiest tribute o’er me.