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76
THE CKOOKED SIXPENCE.
Take then back your foolish token,
Since it cannot change like you;
When I feel my heart is broken,
Shall it still proclaim you true?
When you gave it, you besought me
Never from that pledge to part:
If I am what then you thought me,
You have spurned an honest heart!
Since it cannot change like you;
When I feel my heart is broken,
Shall it still proclaim you true?
When you gave it, you besought me
Never from that pledge to part:
If I am what then you thought me,
You have spurned an honest heart!
When, far hence, the boisterous billows
Rage upon the stormy deep;
And your landsmen press their pillows,
Careless how we sailors sleep:
Think how happy you had made him—
Think how grieved he was to part—
Who, though harshly you upbraid him,
Loved ye, with an honest heart!
Rage upon the stormy deep;
And your landsmen press their pillows,
Careless how we sailors sleep:
Think how happy you had made him—
Think how grieved he was to part—
Who, though harshly you upbraid him,
Loved ye, with an honest heart!
77
Farewell, Nancy, but if ever
Eyes you love grow gloomy, then,
Oh! remember, though we sever
You have still a friend in Ben.
Yes, dear girl, he'll still defend you;
And some comfort 'twill impart,
Aid of any sort to lend you—
Though you broke an honest heart!
Eyes you love grow gloomy, then,
Oh! remember, though we sever
You have still a friend in Ben.
Yes, dear girl, he'll still defend you;
And some comfort 'twill impart,
Aid of any sort to lend you—
Though you broke an honest heart!
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