“Adieu, adieu! my native shore”

Adieu, adieu! my native shore   Fades o’er the waters blue; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,   And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea   We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee,   My native Land—Good Night! A few short hours, and he will rise   To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies,   But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall,   Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall;   My dog howls at the gate.