Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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THE AFRICAN TRAVELLERS.
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THE AFRICAN TRAVELLERS.
Embark'd to leave our native isle,
And trace the Niger's wand'rings wide;
Though tears bedew'd our cheeks the while,
Oh don't for cowards e'er us chide!
Sweet love and friendship's dearest ties
We burst, to roam 'neath Afric's skies,
Far, far from home,
Far, far from home;
Exposed to prowling beasts of prey,
And savage man, more dire than they,
Far, far from home.
And trace the Niger's wand'rings wide;
Though tears bedew'd our cheeks the while,
Oh don't for cowards e'er us chide!
Sweet love and friendship's dearest ties
We burst, to roam 'neath Afric's skies,
Far, far from home,
Far, far from home;
Exposed to prowling beasts of prey,
And savage man, more dire than they,
Far, far from home.
We traversed countless deserts vast,
Scaled mountains, threaded forests dire,
Drench'd 'neath the stern tornado's blast,
Or scorch'd by Sol's fierce fluid fire;
From savage tribes we peril ran,
That scarce deserved the name of man,
Far, far from home,
Far, far from home:
Angelic hope still on did glide,
Adown the Niger's gleaming tide,
Far, far from home.
Scaled mountains, threaded forests dire,
Drench'd 'neath the stern tornado's blast,
Or scorch'd by Sol's fierce fluid fire;
From savage tribes we peril ran,
That scarce deserved the name of man,
Far, far from home,
Far, far from home:
Angelic hope still on did glide,
Adown the Niger's gleaming tide,
Far, far from home.
But when we reach'd the boist'rous coast,
Where the Atlantic's billows roar,
Our dangers all in joy were lost,
We deem'd us safe on Britain's shore.
We've broke the long mysterious spell,
Which hundreds sought, and seeking, fell,
Far, far from home,
Far, far from home.
Now, free from peril, toil, and pain,
Our fam'lies' smiles we hail again,
Safe, safe at home.
Where the Atlantic's billows roar,
Our dangers all in joy were lost,
We deem'd us safe on Britain's shore.
We've broke the long mysterious spell,
Which hundreds sought, and seeking, fell,
Far, far from home,
Far, far from home.
Now, free from peril, toil, and pain,
Our fam'lies' smiles we hail again,
Safe, safe at home.
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