The three sighs = Sorrow, hope & bliss

Near yonder cliff there stands a cot

long favour'd by the foaming tide,

When Edward left the much lov'd spot

with parting kiss, fair Anna sigh'd,

with Edward's presence blest today

but sad will be tomorrow.

Adieu, adieu she scarce could say

and heav'd the sigh of sorrow.

Some months had pass'd in silent grief

till reason's voice resum'd its sway,

She knew complaint ne'er gave relief,

so grew resign'd from day to day.

Oft from the cliff she'd sudden cry:

"He may return tomorrow!"

While thus she sang, hope's rising sigh

reliev'd the sigh of sorrow.

And now the vessel homeward steer'd.

She saw the well known token wave,

the faithful sight her bosom cheer'd,

the token she at parting gave.

Fond Edward cried with ardent kiss:

"Thou shalt be mine tomorrow!"

While thus he spake, the sigh of bliss

dispell'd the sigh of sorrow.