Oh were he and I together

Oh were he and I together,

Shipmates on the fleeted main,

Sailing through the summer weather

To the spoil of France or Spain.

Oh were he and I together,

Locking hands and taking leave,

Low upon the trampled heather

In the battle lost at eve.

Now are he and I asunder

And asunder to remain;

Kingdoms are for others' plunder,

And content for other slain.