Farewell

To my daughter, Grace,
 and my mother, Laura . . .
 inspired by our New England ancestor.
 Farewell to Newport Town
 Farewell, Rhode Island Sound
 Just a maiden of 16
 What do I know
 I love your ocean spray
 Dark waves of green and grey
 Upon the rocks, they break
 Pounding in my soul
 Bound for a marriage my father made
 To a man who is twice my age
 He has a fine estate
 Or so I'm told
 Yankee Clippers on the bay
 Come to take my heart away
 Far down to Charleston Town
 On Carolina's coast
 Old rag-a-muffin man
 Made by my mother's hands
 This and some odds and ends
 Are all that I own
 Bound for a marriage my father made
 To a man who is twice my age
 He has a fine estate
 Or so I'm told
 Far from the sea he lives
 In the western wilderness
 Where the Alabama sun
 Will burn me brown
 Bound for a marriage my father made
 To a man who is twice my age
 He has a fine estate
 Or so I'm told