Final Chorus.

(Air: "Hula Hula Hussies' Song.")

The fickle fates one day
Stole all our hearts away.
They bore a wanderer home—
Over sea—over foam. .
His features were so fair,
His form so debonair,
He spoiled our appetite;
We wouldn't bite!
And now the deed is done;
True love its course has run;
We've got him—three to one!
Never more will he roam,
Far from friends, far from home—
Over sea—o'er foam!