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Hard, hard is my fate! Oh how galling my chain;
My life's steer'd by Misery's chart;
And though 'gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain,
Tears gush forth to ease my full heart.
I disdain e'en to shrink, though I feel the sharp lash;
Yet my breast bleeds for her I adore,
While around me the unfeeling billows will dash,
I sigh! and still tug at the oar.
My life's steer'd by Misery's chart;
And though 'gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain,
Tears gush forth to ease my full heart.
I disdain e'en to shrink, though I feel the sharp lash;
Yet my breast bleeds for her I adore,
While around me the unfeeling billows will dash,
I sigh! and still tug at the oar.
How fortune deceives; I had pleasure in tow,
The port where she dwelt we'd in view
But the wish'd nuptial morn was o'erclouded with woe,
And, dear Anna! I hurried from you.
Our shallop was boarded, and I borne away
To behold my dear Anna no more,
But despair wastes my spirits, my form feels decay—
He sigh'd, and expired at the oar.
The port where she dwelt we'd in view
But the wish'd nuptial morn was o'erclouded with woe,
And, dear Anna! I hurried from you.
Our shallop was boarded, and I borne away
To behold my dear Anna no more,
But despair wastes my spirits, my form feels decay—
He sigh'd, and expired at the oar.
