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And now the sun had rose to noon,
The zenith of his pow'r.
When to the shade their steps they made,
To pass the mid-day hour.
The bonny lad row'd in his plaid
The lass, who scorned to frown;
She soon forgot the ewes she sought,
And he to gang to town.
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'TWAS POST MERIDIAN:
'Twas post meridian half past four;
by signal I from Nancy parted,
At six she linger'd on the shore,
with uplift hands and broken-hearted,
At seven, while taunting the fore-stay,
I saw her faint, or else 'twas fancy,
At eight we all got under weigh,
and bid a long adieu to Nancy.
Night came, and now eight bells had rung,
where careless sailors ever weary,
On the mid-watch, so jovial sung,
with tempers labour cannot weary;
I little to their mirth inclin'd.
