THE BOLD BUCCANEER.
I
Can a pure village maid love a Rover like me,
Who's pastime is battle, whose home is the sea;
Will she leave the seclusion that innocence loves,
The vine cover'd cottage, the meadows and groves,
And choosing my daring and reckless career,
Will she be the bride of the bold Buccaneer?
II
Oh come, my brave maiden, more gentle I'll prove
Than some who more artfully whisper their love.
More proudly my barque o'er the waters shall glide,
When I stand on the deck with my beautiful Bride.
And her delicate hand in calm weather shall steer,
To a gay summer isle with her bold Buccaneer.