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THEN SAY, MY SWEET GIRL, CAN YOU LOVE ME.

D*AR Nancy I've fail'd the world all around, And feven long years been a rover, To make for my charmer each (hilling a pound,

But now my hard perils are over : I've favM from my toils many hundreds in gold,

The comforts of life to beget, Have borne in each clime the heat and the cold,

And all for my pretty brunette : Then fay, my f weet girl, can you love me.

. Tho' others may boaft of more riches than mine,

And rate my attractions e'en fewer, At iheir jeers and ill nature I'd fcorn to repine,

Can they boaft of a heart that is truer? Or will they for thee plough the hazardous main,

Brave the feaions both ftormy and wet? If not, why IM do it again and again,

And all for my pretty Brunette : Then fay, my fw^et girl, can you love me?

When order'd afar in purfuit of the foe,

I figlrd at the bodings of fancy, Which fain would periuade me I might be laid low,

And, ah ! never more fee my Nancy : But hope, like an angel, loon banim'd the thought,

And bade me fuch noulenfe forget : I took the advice and undauntedly fought,

And all for my pretty Brunette : Then fay, my fweei; girl, can you love me.

FREfc

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