Were I laid on Greenland's coast
And in my arms embraced my lass
Warm amidst eternal frost
Too soon the half year's night would pass.
And I would love you all the day
Every night would kiss and play
If with me you'd fondly stray
Over the hills and far away.
Were I sold on Indian soil
Soon as the burning day was closed
I could mock the sultry toil
When on my charmer's breast reposed.