Ah me! how heavy, and how slow

Ah me! how heavy, and how slow, Does the dull vessel move! Blow, blow, ye gentle breezes, blow, And bear me to my love. Absent from her my soul esteems 'Bove all on earth that's dear, How long each tedious minute seems That keeps me ling'ring here!

Blow, blow, ye gentle breezes, then, That curl the waving sea; O blow! and bear me home again To her so dear to me. Alas! nor blow the fresh'ning gales, Nor curls the waving sea; Anxious I view the slacken'd sails; My Delia's far from me!

When shall we, Delia, meet again? The thought my bosom warms; Blow fresher yet, ye breezes, then, And bear me to her arms. But tedious tho' my time now move, Yet when again we meet, Delia with smiles will crown my love, And make my joy complete,