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SONG XL. HENRY.
Far on the main young Henry's sailing,
Bending to his hard fate severe;
While his fond love, his loss bewailing,
Mourns the sad absence of her dear.
Bending to his hard fate severe;
While his fond love, his loss bewailing,
Mourns the sad absence of her dear.
For three long years a faithful lover,
At last he nam'd the happy day;
When this his parents did discover,
They forc'd my Henry far away.
At last he nam'd the happy day;
When this his parents did discover,
They forc'd my Henry far away.
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What hopes and fears distract poor Nancy,
To think of dangers he must brave;
When winds are howling, oft I fancy
He may have found a wat'ry grave.
To think of dangers he must brave;
When winds are howling, oft I fancy
He may have found a wat'ry grave.
Yon mossy bank I make my pillow,
Where oft he own'd his tender flame;
Or weep beneath the weeping willow,
Where oft he carv'd his Nancy's name.
Where oft he own'd his tender flame;
Or weep beneath the weeping willow,
Where oft he carv'd his Nancy's name.
I view each well-remember'd token,
The garters gay, ‘Still constant be;’
Or read upon the gold that's broken,
‘Remember Henry far at sea.’
The garters gay, ‘Still constant be;’
Or read upon the gold that's broken,
‘Remember Henry far at sea.’
Yes, Henry, yes, all offers scorning,
Thy Nancy ne'er will faithless prove:
Can I forget the fatal morning,
When last I parted from my love!
Thy Nancy ne'er will faithless prove:
Can I forget the fatal morning,
When last I parted from my love!
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Cheer'd with the thought of thy returning,
A while fond Hope dispels each care;
But should Heaven change that hope to mourning,
Thy Nancy soon will meet thee there.
A while fond Hope dispels each care;
But should Heaven change that hope to mourning,
Thy Nancy soon will meet thee there.
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