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THE SAILOR'S JOURNAL.
Scarce the foul hurricane was clear'd,
Scarce winds and waves had ceased to rattle,
while some loved friend or wife,
Put up a prayer, and thought of Nancy!
At last, - 'twas in the month of May,-
The crew, it being lovely weather,
And England's chalky cliff's together.
While hopes and fears rush'd on my fancy;
And to my throbbing heart press'd Nancy !