When the waves are round me breaking, As I pace the deck alone, And my eye in vain is seeking Some green leaf to rest upon What would not I give to wan...

When the waves are round me breaking,
As I pace the deck alone,
And my eye in vain is seeking
Some green leaf to rest upon

What would not I give to wander
Where my old companions dwell
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well.