Waves of the ocean that thunder and roar,

Where is the ship that we sent from our shore?

Tell, as ye dash on the quivering strand,

Where is the crew that comes never to land?

Where are the hearts that, unfearing and gay,

Broke from the clasp of affection away?

Where are the faces that, smiling and bright,

Sailed for the death-darkened regions of night?

Waves of the ocean, that thunder and roar,

Where is the ship that we sent from our shore?

Storms of the ocean, that bellow and sweep,

Where are the friends that went forth on the deep?

Where are the faces ye paled with your sneer?

Where are the hearts ye have frozen with fear?

Where is the maiden, young, tender, and fair?

Where is the grandsire, of silvery hair?

Where is the glory of womanhood's time?

Where the warm blood of man's vigor and prime?

Storms of the ocean, that bellow and pour,

Where is the ship that we sent from our shore?