sky is blushing o'er us, Mark the sky, the sky See the smoke, the smoke that curls above us, Rises, rises from our village boys; the sky, We sail before the wind, We sail, we sail before Welcome then the hearts, the hearts that love us, Welcome, welcome calm domestic joys: For swiftly we speed o'er the rapid tide, As the wildest steed by the amo'os side. See the smoke, &c. |