Excellent collection of popular songs (1815-1825)/Far, far at sea

Far, far at Sea.

’Twas night, when the bell had toll’d twelve,
⁠And poor Susan was laid on her-pillow,
In her ear whisper’d some fleeting elve,
⁠Your love now lies lost on a billow,
⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Far, far at sea.

All was dark, when she woke out of breath,
⁠Not an object her fears could discover;
All was still as the silence of death,
⁠Save Fancy, which painted her lover,
⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Far, far at sea.

So she whisper’d a pray’r—clos’d her eyes,
⁠But the phanton still haunted her pillow;
While in terror she echoed his cries,
⁠As struggling he sunk'in a billow,
⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Far, far at sea.