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THE WINDS, INCONSTANT EVER.
The Winds, inconstant ever,
To every point may blow,
But can my thoughts shift? never;
I prove inconstant? no;
The needle, all seas, ranges,
Still, to it's North-star, true;
So my heart can know no changes,
But longs to home with you.
To every point may blow,
But can my thoughts shift? never;
I prove inconstant? no;
The needle, all seas, ranges,
Still, to it's North-star, true;
So my heart can know no changes,
But longs to home with you.
They'll say, we've many a fancy,
As, from port to port, we rove;
Ah, have no faith, my Nancy,
In words that doubt my love;
Where'er our good ship's sailing,
Whatever girls I view,
To one, my love's unfailing,
And, Nancy, that is you.
As, from port to port, we rove;
Ah, have no faith, my Nancy,
In words that doubt my love;
Where'er our good ship's sailing,
Whatever girls I view,
To one, my love's unfailing,
And, Nancy, that is you.
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