O wind that o'er the ocean
Comes wafted from the west
And fans with gentle motion
The deep's unquiet breast

Say hast thou passed a stately ship
On the broad & boundless sea
Did the crimson flag of England float
From her main-mast gallantly

Did the pleasant sound of singing
Rise from her gentle gale?
Were harps in concert ringing
With the trumpets hollow wail

And as she breasted the waters blue
And severed the mighty main
Didst thou see upon her lordly deck
Some prince or noble's train

Was snowy plumage streaming
Were rich-robes waving free
Were jewels brightly beaming
'Neath a purple canopy

Spirit of the western breeze
Silent sweeper of the seas
If thou hast seen that gallant ship
Sailing the unfathomed deep
Soon my doom shall sealed be
Fixed my future destiny
Soon in saddest, wildest woe
I shall mourn my hapless love
Yes 'ere heaven's crescent bow
Shall light again this cedar grove
I shall stand a weeping bride
At the altars hallowed side
But though lost to me for-ever
Worshipped, cherished of my heart
I can still forget thee never
Though on earth we part
Loved one we may meet again
In a land uncursed by pain