1. With ambergris a house wherein I dwelled
Had fortune willed that it again be filled

2. How many a night with friends would I have spent
In hope and guided by the trotting steed

3. Until I came upon an empty place
Where not a soul remained, nor stone could speak

4. Ambergris now deserted lies forlorn
With rains the homes of friends are overflowed

5. How many are the ruins of abodes
In Ambergris, no trace of them endured