A Tynemouth Ship
The Northern Star
Sail‘d over the bar Bound to the Baltic Sea；In the morning gray She stretched away：’Twas a weary day to me！
By the lighthouse rock I stray；And watch till darkFor the winged bark Of him that is far away.
Amidst the grassy graves：But all I hearIs the northwind drear，And all I see are the waves.
Is set afar！
Set in the Baltic Sea：
That holds my Love from me.