There is sorrow on the sea:
For the land of my delight,
Of my love, is lost to me.
I am lonely, day and night,
With my sorrow on the sea.

I and sorrow sail the sea.
Would that I a glad wave were,
Ireland! swift to leap to thee;
But afar from thee I fare:
Now is sorrow on the sea.

Sorrow, sorrow, on the sea!
I no soft Hesperides
Look to find and solaced be:
Losing thee, I seek not these;
Sweeter, sorrow on the sea.

There is sorrow on the sea.
I would wander evermore,
Landing never, might I see
Sometimes something of thy shore,
I and sorrow, from the sea!