From an article "The Wedding at Connevoe" by A. M. Williams, in The Catholic World, Vol. 37, No. 222 (New York: The Catholic Publication Society Co., September, 1883), page 758:

...and two charming young girls, sisters, one with a natural soprano and the other with an alto, and an exquisite, untaught harmony and feeling, sang modestly yet bravely a sweetly pathetic ballad whose title I could not learn. I afterward induced one of them to repeat it for a transcript, and, as I have never seen it in print, I venture to give it, although its simple pathos needs the voices that gave it for its full effect:

'Twas early spring; the year was warm;
The flowers they bloomed and the birds they sang;
Not a bird was happier than I
When my loved sailor-boy was nigh.

The evening star was shining still;
The twilight peeped o'er the distant hill;
The sailor-boy and I, his bride,
Were walking by the ocean side.

Scarce six months since we were wed;
But, ah ! how quickly the moments fled.
Since we must part at the dawning day:
The proud bark bears my love away.

Time's long past. He comes no more
To his weeping friends on the silent shore.
The ship went down in the howling storm,
The seas engulfed his lifeless form.

I wish that I was sleeping, too,
Beneath the waves of the ocean blue,
My soul to God, and my body in the sea,
The broad waves rolling over me.

It was a touch of pathos which the finest art could not reach.