They sailed away on that gallant barque,
   Roy Neal and his fair young bride
   They had ventured all on that bounding ship
   That danced on the silvery tide
   And his heart was young, and his spirit light
   As he kissed her tears away
   And they watched the shore retreat from sight
   Of their own sweet Dublin Bay
   Three days they sailed when the storm arose
   And the lightning swept the deep,
   When the thunder crash broke the short repose
   Of the weary sailors' sleep
   Roy Neal, he clasped his weeping bride
   And he kissed the tears away
   "Oh, love, 'twas a fearful hour," he cried,
   "When we left sweet Dublin Bay!"
   On the crowded deck of that doomed ship
   Some fell in their deep despair
   And some, o'ercome with a holier heart,
   Sought the God of the storm in prayer
   "She has struck a rock," the sailors cried
   In their breath of wild dismay
   And that ship went down with the fair young bride
   That sailed from Dublin Bay
   They sailed away in that gallant barque,
   Roy Neal and his fair young bride
   They had ventured all on that bounding ship
   That danced on the silvery tide
   But his heart was young, and his spirit light
   As he kissed her tears away
   And they watched the shore retreat from sight
   Of their own sweet Dublin Bay