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 And now the sun had rose to noon,

The zenith of his pow'r.

When to the shade their steps they made,

To pass the mid-day hour.

The bonny lad row'd in his plaid

The lass, who scorned to frown;

She soon forgot the ewes she sought,

And he to gang to town.

'T post meridian half past four;

by signal I from Nancy parted,

At six she linger'd on the shore,

with uplift hands and broken-hearted,

At seven, while taunting the fore-stay,

I saw her faint, or else 'twas fancy,

At eight we all got under weigh,

and bid a long adieu to Nancy.

Night came, and now eight bells had rung,

where careless sailors ever weary,

On the mid-watch, so jovial sung,

with tempers labour cannot weary;

I little to their mirth inclin'd.

while tender thoughts rush’d on my fancy,