The pirate's farewell

Farewell, farewell! The voice you hear

Has left its last soft tone with you;

Its next must join the seaward cheer

And shout amid the shouting crew.

The accents which I scarce could form

Beneath your frown's controlling check

Must give the word above the storm

To cut the mast and clear the wreck.

The timid eye I dar'd not raise,

The hand that shook when press'd to thine,

Must point the guns upon the chase,

Must bid the deadly cutlass shine.

To all I love, or hope, or fear,

Honor or own, a long adieu;

To all that life has soft and dear

Farewell, save memory of you.