He parted with his little ones beneath that tulip-tree; His boy was by his father's side, his darling on his knee. 'Heaven bless thee, little Emma; night and morning you must pray To Him on high, who'll shield thee, love, when I am far away. Nay, weep not!--if He wills it, I shall soon be back from sea; Then how we'll laugh, and romp, and dance around the tulip-tree! 3. 'Heaven bless thee, too, my gallant boy! The God who rules the main Can only tell if you and I shall ever meet again. If I perish on the ocean-wave, when I am dead and gone You'll be left with little Emma in a heartless world alone: Your home must be her home, my boy, whenever you're a man; You must love her, you must guard her, as a brother only can. 4. 'There's no such thing as fear, my boy, to those who trust on high; But to part with all we prize on earth brings moisture to the eye. There's a grave in Ilam Church-yard, there's a rose-tree marks that grave; 'Tis thy mother's: go and pray there when I'm sailing o'er the wave. Think, too, sometimes of thy father, when thou kneel'st upon that sod, How he lived but for his children, for his country, and his God.' 5. Farewell, farewell, thou gallant ship! thy course will soon be o'er; There are mournful hearts on board thee, there are breaking hearts on shore. The mother mourned her sailor boy, the maiden mourned her love; And one, on deck, was musing on a cottage, near the Dove: But his features were unmoved, as if all feeling lay congealed; They little knew how soft a heart that manly form concealed. 6. Beware, beware, thou gallant ship! there's many a rock ahead, And the mist is mantling round thee, like a shroud around the dead. The listless crew lay idly grouped, and idly flapped the sail, And the sea-bird pierced the vapour with a melancholy wail. So hushed the scene, they little deemed that danger was at hand, Till they heard the distant breakers as they rolled upon the strand. 7. The winds were roused, the mist cleared off, the mighty tempest rose, And cheeks were blanched that never yet had paled before their foes: For the waves that heaved beneath them bore them headlong to the rock, And face to face with death they stood, in terror of the shock. A crash was heard--the ocean yawned--then foamed upon the deck, And the gallant Drake, dismasted, on the waters lay a wreck! 8. On that rock they've found a refuge; but the waves that dash its side They know, must sweep them from it at the flowing of the tide. With the giant crags before them, and the boiling surge between, There was one alone stood dauntless midst the horrors of the scene. They watched the waters rising, each with aspect of dismay; They looked upon their fearless chief, and terror passed away. 9.