| lyric | The saddest breeze in all the land,
it blew across the sea;
it drove a brave ship from the strand,
And bore my Hugh from me;
And long I sat beside the rill
To weep my fate alone,
Till leef and flowser from wood and hil
With summer beams were flown.
The gladdest breeze e’er swept the vales
Today blew from the sea;
It swelled a good ship’s snowy sails,
And brought him back to me;
And now ’tis rushing wildly past.
With wintry sleet and rain,
Yet e’en I love the cold, cold blast
That brought my Hugh again! |