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SAYS NANCY TO ME WHEN I PARTED.
Says Nancy to me when I parted
From her, on this voyage off to go, " Oh! Jack, I shall be so down-hearted,"
Whenever I hear a gale blow; There you to the rocking yards clinging,
In the howling gusts, still I shall see; And your Nancy her hands will be wringing
Thinking, lost to your Nancy, you'll be; Horror-dumb, I shall see you, Jack, falling,
Head-first, to the billows beneath, And to save you, on kind 'Heaven calling,
I shall, swooning, join you, lad, in death."