Sweet Laura now the cypress twines
And far her heart must roam;
For Philip's in the Philippines,
And Philip pines for home!

A lovely maiden, all forlorn,
No joy her sorrow checks;
All night she weeps, till dewey morn
Shines on the Dewey decks.

And Philip sighs from dark to dawn,
By sad misfortune schooled,
And writes eight saffron pages on
Manila wrapping (ruled).

And Laura weeps to read the lines,
And looks across the foam;
For Philip's in the Philippines,
And Philip pines for home!