Joy, a beautious thought does arise,
and takes me to the days bright,
with swarthy prince’s mermaid and light,
and you do remind,
nothing sails the seas but solitude,
and now I am with you oh joy!
to cleberate in Montreal,
the return of the native,
who with love’s vow comes rushing,
where angels fear,
in separating from their shadows,
a ghoslty death I wait but you with shinning,
a star by your side,
I must abide by my deathbed and the side.