What will you do, love, when I am goingnWith white sails flowing, the seas beyond?nWhat will you do, love, when waves divide usnAnd friends may chide us for being fond?nnThough waves divide us, and friends be chidingnIn faith abiding I'll still be truenAnd I'll pray for you on the stormy oceannIn deep devotion, that's what I'll donnWhat would you do, love, if distant tidingsnYour fond confidings should undermine?nAnd I, abiding 'neath sultry skiesnShould think other eyes were as bright as thine?nnOh say it not, though guilt and shamenWere on your name, I would still be truenBut that heart of yours, should another share itnI could not bear it, what would I do?nnWhat would you do, love, when home returningnWith hopes high burning, with wealth for younIf my barque which bounded o'er the foreign foamnShould be lost near home? What would you do?nnSo you were spared, I'd bless the morrownIn want and sorrow, that left me younAnd I'd welcome you from the wasting billownMy heart, your pillow, that's what I'll do