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Ear Nancy, I've fail'd the world all around,

And ſeven long years been a rover,

To make for my charmer each ſhilling a pound,

But now my hard perils are over,

I've fav'd from my toils many hundreds in gold,

The comforts of life to beget,

I've born in each climate the heat and the cold,

I've born in each climate the heat and the cold,

And all for my pretty Brunette.

Then ſay, my ſweet Girl, can you love me,

Then ſay my ſweet girl, etc.

Tho' others may boaſt of more riches than mine,

And rate my attractions e'en fewer

At their jeers and ill nature I'll ſcorn to repine,

Can the boaſt of a heart that is truer;

Or will they for thee plow the hazard'ous main,

Brave the ſeaſons both ſtormy and wet,

If not, why I'll do it again and again, If not, etc

And all for my pretty Brunette.

Then ſay, my ſweet girl, can you love me, etc.

When order'd afar, in purſuit of the foe,

I ſigh'd at the bodings of fanny,

Which ſain would perſuade me, I might be laid low

And, ah! never more ſee my Nancy;

But hope, like an angel, ſoon baniſh'd the thought

And bade me ſuch noneſenſe forget,

I took the advice, and undauntedly ſought; I, etc

And all for my pretty Brunette.

Then ſay, my ſweet girl, can you love me. etc.