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Round went the can, the jest, the glee,
While tender wishes fill’d each fancy.
And when in turn it came to me,
I heaved a sigh, and toasted Nancy.
While tender wishes fill’d each fancy.
And when in turn it came to me,
I heaved a sigh, and toasted Nancy.
Next morn a storm come on at four:
At six the elements in motion,
Plung’d me and three poor sailors more,
Headlong within the foaming ocean,
Poor wretches! they soon found their graves
For me, it may be only fancy
But love seemed to forbid the waves
To snatch me from the arms of Nancy.
At six the elements in motion,
Plung’d me and three poor sailors more,
Headlong within the foaming ocean,
Poor wretches! they soon found their graves
For me, it may be only fancy
But love seemed to forbid the waves
To snatch me from the arms of Nancy.
Scarce the foul hurricane was clear’d
Scarce winds and waves had ceased to rattle,
When a bold enemy appear’d,
And dauntless we prepared for battle.
And now, while some lov’d friend or wife,
Like lightening rush’d on every fancy,
To providence I trusted life,
Put up a prayer and thought on Nancy.
Scarce winds and waves had ceased to rattle,
When a bold enemy appear’d,
And dauntless we prepared for battle.
And now, while some lov’d friend or wife,
Like lightening rush’d on every fancy,
To providence I trusted life,
Put up a prayer and thought on Nancy.
At last, ’twas in the month of May,
The crew, it being lovely weather,
The crew, it being lovely weather,
