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I. ship is weighing from the land, My prow points o'er the sea, Yet here I linger on the strand, To bid farewell to thee.

II. Farewell thou lovely islander; I only ask for mine, A boon a princess might confer, A single look of thine.

III. I do not ask for sigh or smile, A smile I could not brook; A sigh I should not leave thine isle, Then give me but a look.

IV. Oh, lovely are your English dames, Although not fair like thee; The wine shall circle to their names, In our far Sicily.