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 (5) But wreck'd, as he was homeward bound, Within a league of England's coast; Love sav'd him sure from being drown'd, For all the crew but Tom was lost. His strength restor'd, Tom lued with speed, True to his love as e'er was man; Nought had he said, nought did he ricot, Rich he in thoughts of lovely Nan But scarce five miles poor-Tom had got. When lie was press'd ;-he heav'd a sigh, And said, tho' cruel was his lot, Ere flinch from day he would die. In fight Tom Starboard knew no fear; Nay when he lost en arm, resign'd, Said, Lose for Nan, his only dear. Had sav'd his life, and fate was kind. The war being ended, Tom return; His lost limb serv'd him for a joke; For still his manly bosom burn'd With love his heart was heart of oak! Ashore in haste Tom nimbly ran, To cheer his love, his destin'd bride; But false report had brought to Nan, Six months before, that Tom had dy'd With grief she daily pin'd away No remedy her life could save; And Tom arriv'd--the very day They laid bis Nanny in the grave!