Fare thee well, O Love of Woman! 
  Lip of Beauty, fare thee well! 
Thy soft heart, divinely human,
  Holds me by a magic spell. 
All that grieves me now to perish
  Is the loss of one bright eye,
And I still the vision cherish
  While I lay me down to die.

EVER TO BE.

        Ever to be
        Land of the free,
Hold up your banner of light to the eye,
        High!  High! 
        Let its folds fly,
Blessing the earth and rejoicing the sky.

        Ever to be
        Flag of the free,
Long as the earth shows the sight of a slave,
        Wave!  Wave! 
        Mighty to save,
Fronting the fight in the eye of the brave.

        Ever to be
        Light of the free,
Lashed to the palm tree or nailed to the pine,
        Shine!  Shine! 
        Liberty’s sign,
Lighting the human to find the Divine.

JOCK AND JEAN.

JOCK.

O’er the deep wi’ me, lassie,
        Will you, will you? 
Sail the sounding sea, lassie,
        Will you, will you? 
Where the Sacramento flows,
’Twixt the peaks of sifted snows,
Past the fadeless Southron rose,
Sweeter than the heather-blows,
        Lassie, lassie?

JEAN.

O’er the deep wi’ thee, laddie,
        Will I, will I,
Sail the sounding sea, laddie,
        Will I, will I,
Whether rivers fail or flow,
Whether roses blanch or blow,
Where thou goest, I will go,
As your loving Jean, my Jo,
        Laddie, laddie!

JOCK.

O’er the deep wi’ me, lassie,
        Will you, will you? 
Sail the sounding sea, lassie,
        Will you, will you? 
Where the mountains, crowned with pine,
Dipping to the western brine,
Shade, with everlasting vine,
Golden grape and countless kine,
        Lassie, lassie?

JEAN.

O’er the deep wi’ thee, laddie,
       Will I, will I,
Sail the sounding sea, laddie,
        Will I, will I,
Whether mountains dip or bear
Heavenward through our future air,
Princely feast or peasant fare,
What thou darest, I will dare,
        Laddie, laddie!

JOCK.

O’er the deep wi’ me, lassie,
        Will you, will you? 
Sail the sounding sea, lassie,
        Will you, will you? 
Where the lambies, on the braes,
Gambol in the golden haze,
And the solar disc delays
Heaven throughout the happy days,
        Lassie, lassie?

JEAN.