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In storms, when clouds obscure the sky,

And thunders roll, and lightnings fly,

In midst of all these dire alarms

I think, my Sally, on thy charms.

The troubled main,

The wind and rain,

My ardent passion prove;

Lash'd to the helm,

Should seas o'erwhelm

I'd think on thee, my love.

When rocks appear on every side,

And art is vain the ship to guide:

In varied shapes when death appears,

The thought of thee my bosom cheers

The troubled main,

The wind and rain,

My ardent passion prove;

Lash'd to the helm,

Should seas o'erwhelm

I'd think on thee, my love.

But should the gracious pow'rs be kind,

Dispel the gloom, and still the wind,

And waft me to thy arms once more,

Safe to my long lost native shore