Dim, dim is my eye

Dim, dim is my eye,

As the dew-drop once clear,

Pale, pale is my cheek,

Ever wet with the tear

And heavily heaves

This soft breast, once so gay,

For William, my true love,

My William away!

Sad. Sad was the hour,

When he bade me adieu,

While he hung on my bosom,

And vow'd to be true;

My heart it seem'd bursting

On that fatal day,

When the fast less'ning sail

Bore my William away.

For honour my William

Braved danger and toil,

And he fought and he fell

With the Lord of the Nile.

To die for his country

In glory's bright day,

My valiant sweet William

Count never dismay.

Lament him, ye fair,

And lament him, ye brave,

Though unshrouded he lies,

And the sea is his grave;

For the kind and true hearted,

The gallant and gay,

Lament, for my William's

For ever away!