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And my warm sighs increas'd the wind,
look'd on the moon, and thought on Nancy.
And now arrived that jovial night,
when every true-bred tar carouses.
When o'er the grog all hands delight,
to toast their sweethearts and their spouses;
Round went the cup, the jest, the glee,
while tender wishes fill'd each fancy,
And when in turn it came to me,
I heav'd a sigh, and toasted Nancy.
Next morn a storm came on at four,
at six the elements in motion
Plung'd me, and three poor sailors more,
headlong into the foaming ocean,
Poor wretches they soon found their graves,
for me it may be only fancy,
But love seem'd to forbid the waves,
to snatch me from the arms of Nancy,
Scarce the foul huricane was clear'd,
scarce winds and waves had ceased to rattle
When a bold enemy appeared,
and dauntless we prepared for battle;
And now, while some lov'd friend or wife,
like lightning rush'd on every fancy,
To Providence I trusted life,
put up a prayer, and thought on Nancy.
