How Can I Laugh Or Dance As Others Do, Or Ply My Rock Or Reel? My Heart Will Still Return To Dreams Of You Beside My Spinning-Wheel. My Little Dog He Cried Out In The Dark, He Would Not Whisht For Me: I Took Him To My Side-Why Did He Bark When You Were On The Sea? I Fear The Red Cock-If He Crow To-Night- I Keep Him Close And Warm, 'Twere Ill With Me, If He Should Wake In Fright And You Out In The Storm. I Dare Not Smile For Fear My Laugh Would Ring Across Your Dying Ears; O, If You, Drifting, Drowned, Should Hear Me Sing And Think I Had Not Tears. I Never Thought The Sea Could Wake Such Waves, Nor That Such Winds Could Be; I Never Wept When Other Eyes Grew Blind For Some One On The Sea. But Now I Fear And Pray All Things For You, How Many Dangers Be! I Set My Wheel Aside, What Can I Do When You Are On The Sea?