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THE SAILOR'S DREAM.
Our port we make; I jump ashore,
For weeks to walk a watch no more,
And home I push and, at the door,
I catch and buss my Nancy;
A jiffy—I am snug at tea
With Jack and Nan upon my knee;
And am I really home from sea?
Yes, there sits my own Nancy.
For weeks to walk a watch no more,
And home I push and, at the door,
I catch and buss my Nancy;
A jiffy—I am snug at tea
With Jack and Nan upon my knee;
And am I really home from sea?
Yes, there sits my own Nancy.
How many a time, by day—by night,
I'd fancied this before my sight,
All of us in this warm firelight;
And is it real, my Nancy?
Yes, here I see the firelight play
On all I've seen long leagues away;
Now God be thanked for this, I say,
That here I sit with Nancy.
I'd fancied this before my sight,
All of us in this warm firelight;
And is it real, my Nancy?
Yes, here I see the firelight play
On all I've seen long leagues away;
Now God be thanked for this, I say,
That here I sit with Nancy.
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I rub my eyes,—what is that shout?
Up to your watch!—come—tumble out;
And is it but a dream about
My Jack and Nan and Nancy?
Yes, here I'm on my watch alone;
Well, all that in my dream was shown,
Thank God! some hour will be my own;
And I shall be with Nancy.
Up to your watch!—come—tumble out;
And is it but a dream about
My Jack and Nan and Nancy?
Yes, here I'm on my watch alone;
Well, all that in my dream was shown,
Thank God! some hour will be my own;
And I shall be with Nancy.
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