She's fair an' fause/The legacy

The Legacy.

⁠See the Ship in the bay is riding!
Dearest Helen, I go from thee,
Boldly go, in thy love confiding,
O’er the deep and the trackless Sea,
When thy dear form no more is near me,
When thy sweet smile no longer I see,
This soothing thought shall at midnight chear me,
My Love is breathing a prayer for me.

⁠When the thunder of war is roaring!
When the bullets around me fly
When the rage of the tempest, pouring,
Blends the billows sea, and sky,
Yet shall my hear to fear a stranger,
Cherish its fondest hopes for thee;
This dear reflection disarming danger,
My Love is brathing a prayer for me,