Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Oh pilot, ‘t is a fearful night! There’s danger on the deep.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Surely ‘t is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings!
Thomas Haynes Bayly
Why don’t the men propose, Mamma? Why don’t the men propose?
Thomas Haynes Bayly