这是一只小小、小小的船，

摇啊摇啊绕着港湾；

那是一片热烈、热烈的海，

拽着小船去得更远。

接着来了危险、危险的浪花，

卷着小船离开岸边；

一转眼就看不见它神气的帆，

就这样失去了我的小船。

Whether my bark went down at sea

Whether she met with gales

Whether to isles enchanted

She bent her docile sails

By what mystic mooring

She is held to-day，-

This is the errand of the eye

Out upon the bay