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 And yet still I find something is wanting;

What should it be, but the girl of my heart,

To share those treasures with me!

For had I the wealth which the Indies impart,

No pleasure it would give me,

Without the lovely girl of my heart.

Then give me the girl of my heart.





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 wheuwhen [sic] death appears,

The thought of thee my bosom cheers;