"What would you do, when, home re-turn-ing, With hopes high burn-ing, With wealth for you, If my bark, that bound-ed o'er foreign foam, Should be lost near home, Ah, what would you do?" "So them wert spar-d, I'd bless the mor-row, In want and sor-row, That left me you; And I'd welcome thee from the wasting bil-low, My heart thy pil-low! THAT'S what I'd do!"