THE SAILOR's MEDLEY, SONG

Why droops my Nan, and why those tears? Cheerful, my girl, dispel those fears; Cast grief aside, while from you far Tumult'ous billows rock your tar: While howling winds arround him blow, Let none your bosom ache with woe; A pow'r benignant from above, Will guard me for my dearest love.

I go, my Nan, my country's friend, We're dar'd by foes, we must contend; Glory and honor both invite, The youth to six his native right: One cheerful smile before we part, Wipe off those drops that sink my heart: Where'er I go I'll think of you, One kiss, sweet girl, and then adieu.