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No foes our courage shall subdue,
Although we leave our hearts with you.
Although we leave our hearts with you.
These are our cares; but if you're kind,
We'll scorn the dashing main,
The rocks, the billows, and the wind,
The power of France and Spain.
Now Britain's glory rests with you;
Our sails are full—sweet girls adieu.
We'll scorn the dashing main,
The rocks, the billows, and the wind,
The power of France and Spain.
Now Britain's glory rests with you;
Our sails are full—sweet girls adieu.
THE WOODPECKER.
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near;
And I said, 'if there's peace to be found in the world,
A heart that is humble might hope for it here.'
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near;
And I said, 'if there's peace to be found in the world,
A heart that is humble might hope for it here.'
Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound,
But the Woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree.
But the Woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree.
'And herein this lone little wood,' I exclaim'd,
With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye;
Who would blush when I prais'd her, and weep if I blam'd;
How blest could I live, and how calm could I die.'
Every leaf, &c.
With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye;
Who would blush when I prais'd her, and weep if I blam'd;
How blest could I live, and how calm could I die.'
Every leaf, &c.
