O, my white, white, lieht moon, that snils in the sky, Look down upon the whirling worM, for thou art up so high. And teil me where mv Donalil is, who sailed across the sea. And make t ph of silver light to lead him back to me. O, my white, white, bright moon, thy clieek s coldly fair, A little cloud beside thee seems thy wildly floating hiir: And if thou would'st not have me grow as white and cotd as thee. Go, make a mighty tiile to draw my Donald back to me. O, my light, white, bright moon, that doth so fondly shine, There is not a lily in the world but hides its face from thine ; I too shall go and hide my face, close in the dust from thee, l'nlcss with liLht and tide thou bring my Donald back to me.