Where you to cross the world my dear? To work or love or fight. I could be calm and wistful here And close my eyes at night It were a sweet and gallant pain To be a sea apart. But oh, to have you down the lane Is bitter to my heart. Into love, and out again, Thus I went, and thus I go. Spare your voice, and hold your pen. Well and bitterly I know All the songs were ever sung, All the words were ever said; Could it be, when I was young, Some one dropped me on my head?