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Yes, Mary, I have come, love, across the dark, blue sea,

To our peaceful, quiet home, love, our little ones and thee;

I’ve watch’d and waited nightly for the welcome hour to come,

When happily and brightly all the dear delights of home

Should greet my listening ear, love, upon my native shore;

Then wipe away thy tears, Mary, for thy Willie’ll roam no more.

Thy Willie’ll roam no more, thy Willie’ll roam no more,

Then wipe away thy tears, Mary, for thy Willie’ll roam no more.

How often since I left you, love, in solitude and tears,

Have I bless’d that love which clung to me through many changing years;

And while I paced the silent deck, forgotten and alone,

Has my heart recall’d thy love-lit smile, thy sweet and gentle tone.

Thy image, love, has e’er been shrined within this fond heart’s core;

But wipe away thy tears, Mary, for thy Willie’ll roam no more.

Dear Mary, when in life’s sweet morn, in all thy youthful pride,

I bore thee, virgin, bathed in tears, from thy fond mother’s side,

And promised at the altar to love through life as now,

Say, Mary, when life’s sorrows came, did I forget that vow?

Your heart will own I left you, love, our fortunes to restore;

Then wipe away thy tears, Mary, for thy Willie’ll roam no more.