The soonest mended, nothing said;
        And help may rise from east or west;
But my two hands are lumps of lead,
        My heart sits leaden in my breast.

O north wind swoop not from the north,
        O south wind linger in the south,
Oh come not raving raging forth,
        To bring my heart into my mouth;

For I've a husband out at sea,
        Afloat on feeble planks of wood;
He does not know what fear may be;
        I would have told him if I could.

I would have locked him in my arms,
        I would have hid him in my heart;
For oh! the waves are fraught with harms,
        And he and I so far apart.