How sweet at the close of silent eve, The harp's responsive sound, How sweet the vows that ne'er deceive And deeds by virtue crown'd How sweet to sit beneath a tree In some delightful grove But ah! more sweet, more dear to me Is the voice of her I love The voice of her I love so dear, The voice of her I love, But ah! more sweet, more dear to me Is the voice of her I love. Whene'er she joins the village train, To hail the new-born day, Mellifluous notes compose each strain, Which zephys waft away. The frowns of fate I calmly bear, In humble sphere I move, Content and blest whene'er I hear The voice of her I love.

Sentimental songs like this were known to pass the lips of sailors, though possibly they were more common among “idlers” than seamen.