"Farewell and good-bye to you, maiden of Teifi,

Farewell and good-bye to you, dear Teifi maid!

The jolly-boat's waiting, I'm off in a jiffy,

To scouting and cruising, to chase and to raid.

"Ah, cariad, say, when you see in the offing,

Dark on the blue waters of Cardigan Bay,

Our smoke-stack just showing, then will you be doffing

Your bonnet to wave us a parting 'huay'?

"Once homeward I'd run, tho' the black scud was flying,

And the breakers were howling like fiends on our lee,

With every stitch set, ever danger defying,

For, anwyl, I know that you watched on the quay.

"In vain will you watch for your fisher-lad's skiff, he

Is tracking the death that the foeman has laid;

If Death is the end of it, dear maid of Teifi,

Farewell and good-bye to you, dear Teifi maid !"