Come, love, come, come away with me,
My bark is on the glossy sea;
The moon is bright, on ocean’s breast,
All, save the Pirate, are now at rest.
See how she rides the crested foam,
To bear thee, love, to the Pirate’s home;
Then fly, love, fly, do not delay,
We must be gone before to-morrow’s day.
Come, love, come, &c.
I dare not stay on this hallow’d land,
I must away to my pirate band;
They restless sit, all side by side,
To hail thee, love, as the Pirate’s Bride.
Come, love, come, &c.
Though my voice is rough--oh! do not start,
For true and soft is the Pirate’s heart.
Thy home shall be on some fairy land,
And thou wilt be Queen of the Pirate’s band.
Come, love, come, &c.
Come, love, come--ah! why that stern brow--
She smiles, who so happy as the pirate now.
My arms will bear thee to “that thing of life,”
And this night thou must be the Pirate’s Wife.