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8 O Nanny can'st thou love so true,

thro‘ perils keen wi' me to gae,

Or when thy swain mishap shall rue,

to share wi‘ him the pangs o‘ wae.

And when invading pains befal,

wilt thou assume the nurse's care;

Nor wishful, those gay scenes recal,

where thou wert fairest of the fair.

And when, at last, thy love shall die,

wilt thou receive his parting breath,

Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh,

and cheer with smiles the bed of death.

And wilt thou o’er his much lov’d clay,

strew flowers, and drop the the tender tear,

Nor then regret those scenes so gay,

where thou wert fairest of the fair.



THE SAILOR'S RETURN.

Behold, from many a hostile shore,

And all the dangers of the man,

Where billows mount, and tempests roar,

Your faithful Tom returns;

Returns, and with him brings a heart,

That ne'er from Sally will depart.

After long toils and troubles past,

How sweet to tread our native soil,

With conquest to return at last,

And deck our sweet hearts with the spoil,

No one to beauty should pretend,

But such as dare it's rights defend.

 FINIS.