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SCENE II.

A Cottage.
Sally discovered spinning at the door.
RECITATIVE.
SALLY.
In vain I strive my sorrows to amuse;
Stubborn they are, and all relief refuse:
What med'cine shall I fly to, or what art!
Is there no cure for a distemper'd heart?


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AIR.
My former time how brisk, how gay!
Oh! blith I was, as blith could be;
But now I'm sad, ah, well-a-day!
For my true love is gone to sea.
The lads pursue, I strive to shun,
Though all their arts are lost on me;
For I to death can love but one,
And he, alas! is gone to sea.
As droop the flow'rs till light's return,
As mourns the dove its absent she;
So will I droop, so will I mourn,
'Till my true love returns from sea.