Songs and Ballads of the Maine Lumberjacks, Gray, 1924

'Twas night, when the bell had struck twelve. And poor Susan was laid on her pillow, In her ear whisper'd some fleeting elf— "Your love now lies toss'd 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 phantom still haunted her pillow; While in terrors she echo'd his cries, As struggling he sunk in a billow, Far, far at Sea.

From Gray:

This song, which was in the repertory of the famous singer Charles Incledon (1763-1826), is printed in the British Melodist, 2d edition (London [1819]), pp. 128-129; The Melodist (London, 1828), II, 306; Grigg’s Southern and Western Songster (Philadelphia, 1829; also 1832, 1836, 1839), pp. 296-297; The Norwich Minstrel, edited by J. S. Wells (Norwich, 1831), p. 19 (“Susan’s Dream”); Fairburn’s Everlasting Songster, 4th ed., p. 132; as well as in English broadsides. The music, by C. H. Florio, is given in The Vocal Companion, edited by John Parry (London, 1837), pp. 68-69.