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Till the stormy night of war depart,
And star of peace return.
Then to our faithful mariners
The social can shall flow,
Who swept through the deep,
While the stormy winds did blow.
While the stormy winds, &c.
THE FATHER OF NANCY.
The father of Nancy a forester was,
And an honest old woodman was he,
And Nancy a beautiful innocent lass,
As the sun in its circuit could see.
She gather'd wild-flowers, and lilies, and roses,
And cry'd thro' the village, 'Come buy my sweet posies.
The charms of this fair one a villager caught,
A noble and rich one was he:
Great offers he made, but by Nancy was taught
That a poor girl right honest might be.
She still gather'd wild-flowers, &c.
The father of Nancy a forester was,
And a poor little stroller was she;
But her lover, so noble, soon married the lass;
She's as happy as maiden could be:
