_Xer._ Yea, utter ye a wail
Dreary and full of grief;
For lo! the face of Fate
Against me now is turned.
_Chor._ Yea, I will raise a cry
Dreary and full of grief,
Giving this tribute due
To all the people's woes,
And all our loss at sea,
Troubles of this our State
That mourneth for her sons;
Yea, I will wail full sore,
With flood of bitter tears.