They sailed away on that gallant barque,

Roy Neal and his fair young bride

They had ventured all on that bounding ship

That danced on the silvery tide

And his heart was young, and his spirit light

As he kissed her tears away

And they watched the shore retreat from sight

Of their own sweet Dublin Bay



Three days they sailed when the storm arose

And the lightning swept the deep,

When the thunder crash broke the short repose

Of the weary sailors' sleep

Roy Neal, he clasped his weeping bride

And he kissed the tears away

"Oh, love, 'twas a fearful hour," he cried,

"When we left sweet Dublin Bay!"



On the crowded deck of that doomed ship

Some fell in their deep despair

And some, o'ercome with a holier heart,

Sought the God of the storm in prayer

"She has struck a rock," the sailors cried

In their breath of wild dismay

And that ship went down with the fair young bride

That sailed from Dublin Bay



They sailed away in that gallant barque,

Roy Neal and his fair young bride

They had ventured all on that bounding ship

That danced on the silvery tide

But his heart was young, and his spirit light

As he kissed her tears away

And they watched the shore retreat from sight

Of their own sweet Dublin Bay