And must you call my flower, my gem, my laughter and my hope of joy
To follow fortune through all the world
May luck pursue you, my darling, my
The sun shines bright in France
Yellow it shines on high Barbary
Oh, be my light
Oh, be my light

A golden ring is a precious name
Red stockings and shoes are green
A dwelling place with painted doors
A white, white bed to love you in
Summer's gone with calm days
And gentle now is Biscay Bay
A cold fear claims my heart
God save all sailors from the cool waves
The sun shines bright in France
White in France
Yellow it shines on high Barbary
Oh, be my light of day
Tarry not long on the banks of sweet Italy
Yellow it shines on high Barbary