Thou art a sweet & lovely flower
planted in a fairy's bower
cherished by a bright sunbeam
watered by a silver stream

Thou art a palm tree green & fair
rising from the desert plain
thou art a ray of silver light
streaming o'er the stormy main

When the mighty billows mix
with the hanging cloud
when the light[n]ings flashes
& the thunder roaring loud

Then when some pale star sends out
a gentle pearly ray
the mariners all hail it
as the herald of the day

When the sun shall rise in splendour
ting[e]ing the coursing foam
with the colours of that gorgeous bow
Which arches heavens dome

When the rocking ship shall rest
on the glassy ocean calm
its red flag stirred by the gale
whose breath is sweetest balm

Blowing from Brita[i]n's shore's
& her roses red and white
O'er Scotia's thistle wild
and Erin's emerald bright

While the music of the harp
and the music of the song
are borne upon the passing wind
in solemn strains along.