Sweet Dublin Bay

They sailed away in that gallant barkRoy Neal and his fair young brideThey had ventured all on that bounding shippThat danced on the silv'ry tideAnd his heart was young and his spirit lightAs he kissed her tears awayAnd they watched the shore retreat from sightOf their own sweet Dublin bayThree days they sailed when the storm aroseAnd the lightning swept the deepAnd the thunderclaps broke the short reposeOf the weary sailors' sleepRoy Neal, he clasped his weeping brideAnd he kissed her tears away"Oh, love, 'twas a fearful hour," he cried"When we left sweet Dublin Bay."On the crowded deck of that doomed shipSome fell into deep despairAnd some more calm with a holier heartSought the god of the storm in prayer"She has struck a rock," the sailors criedIn a breath of wild dismayAnd the ship went down with the fair young brideThat left from Dublin bayThey sailed away on that gallant barkRoy Neal and his gay young brideThey had ventured all on that bounding shippThat danced on the silvery tideAnd his heart was young and his spirit lightAs he kissed her tears awayAnd they watched the shore retreat from sightOf their own sweet Dublin bay