He stands alone upon the deck

He stands alone upon the deck, A prince without a peer, He hears the cannon’s farewell boom, The loud and loyal cheer— A prayer from true New England hearts, Honest and brave and free, That God would guide Old England’s heir Safe o’er the stormy sea. He sees the sad, regretful gaze That marks him as he goes, And prays that God may never make Such trusty friends his foes, But that, as brothers in the cause Of Liberty and Right, Under the sacred flag of Truth They ever may unite.