⁠The ship was soon to sail,
And while I sobbed in bitter grief,
⁠My master but looked pale.

They called in haste; he bade me go,
⁠Then snatched me back again;
He held me fast and murmured low
⁠"Why will they part us, Jane?"

"Were you not happy in my care?
⁠Did I not faithful prove?
Will others to my darling bear
⁠As true, as deep a love?

"O God, watch o'er my foster child!
⁠O guard her gentle head!
When winds are high and tempests wild
⁠Protection round her spread!

"They call again; leave then my breast;
⁠Quit thy true shelter, Jane;
But when deceived, repulsed, opprest,
⁠Come home to me again!"