The Token |
The breeze was fresh, the ship was in stays, Each breaker hush'd, the shore a haze, When Jack, no more on duty call'd His true love's tokens over haul'd; The broken gold, the braided hair, The tender motto, writ so fair, Upon his 'bacco box he views, Nancy the poet, love the muse, Chorus: If you loves I as I loves you, No pair so happy as we two.
2. The storm, that like the shapeless wreck |
3. The battle - that with horror grim Had madly ravag'd life and limb, Had scupper drenched with human gore And widow'd many a wife - was o'er: When Jack to his companions dear First paid the tribute of a tear; Then, as his 'bacco-box he held, Restor'd his comfort as he spelled Chorus:
4. The voyage, - that had been long and hard, |