She. AND canst thou leave thy Nancy

She. AND canst thou leave thy Nancy, And quit thy native shore? It comes into my fancy I ne'er shall see thee more.

HE. Yes I must leave my Nancy, To humble haughty Spain; Let fears ne'er fill thy fancy, For we shall meet again.

SHE. Amidst the foaming billows, Where thund'ring cannons roar, You'll think on these green willows, And wish yourself on shore.

HE. I fear no land nor water, I fear no sword or fire, But sweet revenge and slaughter, Are all that I desire.

SHE. May guardian Gods protect thee, From water, fire and steel; And may no fears affect thee, Like those which now I feel,

HE. I leave to Heaven's protection, My life, my only dear! You have my soul's affection, So still conclude me here.