Our Way Across The Sea.

ADAPTED TO THE MUCH ADMIRED AIR OF

“LA SUISSESSE AU HORD DU LAC.”

Published by permission of LEE & WALKER, 188 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia,

Publishers and Importers of Music and Musical Instruments.

[First Voice Soprano]

Home fare thee well The

[Second Voice Tenor]

Home fare thee well The

[First Voice Soprano]

ocean’s storm is o’er The weary

pennon woos the seaward wind Fast speeds the

bark, And now the less’ning shore Sinks in the

wave, with those we leave be hind: Fare, fare thee

[Second Voice Tenor]

ocean’s storm is o’er The weary

pennon woos the seaward wind Fast speeds the

bark, And now the less’ning shore Sinks in the

wave, with those we leave behind:

[First Voice Soprano]

well! Land of the free: No tongue can tell the love I

bear to thee! Fare, fare thee well! Land of the

free, No tongue can tell the love I bear to thee.

[Second Voice Tenor]

Fare, fare thee well! Land of the free: No tongue can tell the love I

bear to thee. Fare, fare thee well!

Land of the free, No tongue can tell the love I bear to thee.

2

We wreathe the bowl to drink a gay good bye

For tears would fall unbidden in the wine,

And while reflected was the mournful eye,

The sparkling surface e’en would cease to shine.

Then fare, fare well;

Once more, once more,

The ocean swell

Now hides my native shore.

3

See where yon star its diamond light displays,

Now seen, now hid behind the swelling sail,

Hope rides in gladness on its streaming rays,

And bids us on, and bribes the fav’ring gale.

Then hope we bend

In joy to thee,

And careless wend

Our way across the sea.

GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE.

Vol. XLI. PHILADELPHIA, SEPTEMBER, 1852. No. 3.