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WE WOULD NOT THINK OF YOU IN
Come dry your eyes, dear girls ; of you
We would not think in tears ; For you're with us whate'er we do,
And, in smiles, we'd see our dears ; When, girls, your healths we fondly drink,
Far from you, leagues away, Come, let us but of gay looks think,
Of smiles we leave to-day.
A fig for care ! for you we work ;
Our cash, for you, we earn ; They're lubbers who their duty shirk ;
We go but to return ; From laughing looks, not tearful eyes,
We'd part, dear hearts, to-day, From faces that in smiles shall rise
In lone hours far away.