SONG (And must thou leave us, Nancy)

And must thou leave us, Nancy, And quit thy conquests round? Ah! can no necromancy To bring thee back be found?

Thou Venus' smock wert wrapt in, Who gave those charms, we see, So fatal to the captain, Thy zealous devotee.

What tho' thy father cruel Decrees thy triumphs o'er, Soon absence heaps with fuel, The love that blaz'd before.

Thy blade, to change the sentence, Shall summon force and skill, And thou, by Dad's repentance, Revisit Dupper's Hill.