What have I given, Bold sailor on the sea? In earth or heaven, That you should die for me? What can I give, O soldier, leal and brave, Long as I live, To pay the life you gave? What tithe or part Can I return to thee, O stricken heart, That thou shouldst break for me? The wind of Death For you has slain life's flowers, It withereth (God grant) all weeds in ours.