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THE WINDS, INCONSTANT EVER.
The Winds, inconstant ever,
To every point may blow, But can my thoughts shift? never;
I prove inconstant ? no; The needle, all seas, ranges,
Still, to it's North-star, true; So my heart can know no changes,
But longs to home with you.
They'll say, we've many a fancy,
As, from port to port, we rove; Ah, have no faith, my Nancy,
In words that doubt my love; Where'er our good ship's sailing,
Whatever girls I view, To one, my love's unfailing,
And, Nancy, that is you.