The Blue Bonnets o'er the Border (1826, Stirling)/The Sailor's Return
For other versions of this work, see The Sailor's Return ('Behold, from many a hostile shore').
THE SAILOR'S RETURN
Behold, from many an hostile shore,
And all the dangers of the main,
Where billows mount, and tempests roar,
Your faithful Tom return again;
Returns and with him brings a heart,
That ne'er from Sally shall depart.
And all the dangers of the main,
Where billows mount, and tempests roar,
Your faithful Tom return again;
Returns and with him brings a heart,
That ne'er from Sally shall depart.
After long toils and troubles past,
How sweet to tread our native soil,
With conquest to return at last,
And deck our sweet hearts with the spoil,
No one to beauty should pretend,
But such as dare it's rights defend.
How sweet to tread our native soil,
With conquest to return at last,
And deck our sweet hearts with the spoil,
No one to beauty should pretend,
But such as dare it's rights defend.