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 But the wish'd nuptial morn was o'erclouded with wo,

And, dear Anna! I was burried 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 expir'd at the oar!

I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose you,

High swells my sad heart, and fast my tears flow,

Yet think not of coldness they fall to accuse you,

Did I ever upbraid you? oh! no, my love, no!

I own it would please me, at home would you tarry,

Nor e'er feel a wish from your Fanny to go,

But if it gives pleasure to you, my dear Harry,

Shall I blame your departure? oh! no, my love, no!

Now do not, dear Hal, while abroad you are straying,

That heart, which is mine, on a rival bestow.

Nay, banish that frown, such displeasure betraying,

Do you think I suspect you? oh! no, my love, no!

I believe you too kind for one moment to grieve me,

Or plant in a heart which adores you such wo;

Yet should you dishonour my truth, and deceive me,

Should I e'er cease to love you? oh! no, my love, no!