When my ship comes home from sea,
The ship that went so far from me,
"Then this and that we'll do," I say,
And lay my plans for that glad day.
Ah, me! the ships that sail about
From port to port; now in, now out!
Is there a heart that hath no share
In all the precious freight they bear?
God grant that wheresoe'er they be,
No harm befall our "Ship at Sea."