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Though  Jenny  blushed  and  chided,  yet  .she  didn’t  shod  a  tear,
                 Hut  sang  again  her-  pretty  song hi  accents  loud  and  clear-—
                 Aiming the  tr&m  there is  ei  swain  I  dearly love -myse/\
                 But what's his name,  or where's his haute,  I  dtnna  choose  to  tell.


                 Said  Sandy,  “ J f  I  guessed  my  name,  would  that  be  guessing wrong? ”
                 And Jenny  with  a look  of pride  thus  ended  her  sweet  song-—*
                 ^  l£v'ry  lassie has her laddie,  nane they say ltd'e  /,
                  Yet I  have found my lad to-day,  when comm'  thro ’  the rye ! !r

                                                                         H lT N R Y   TJ A V E X  P O R T .


                                         TH E  DROWN!KG  SIN GER.

                 T     ITFj  Sabbath  day wti.fi  ending'  in  a y^l!;;ge  by the  sea.
                         The  uttered  benediction  touched  the people tenderly.
                         A nd  they  rose  to  face  the  sunset in  the  glowing,  lighted  west,
                         A nd  then  hastened  to their  dw elling  for  God's  blessed  boon ol
                                 rest.


                 But thev looked  across  the  waters,  and  a  storm  was  raohi^  there ;
                          -                              ’                       ■_>   ■_>
                 A  fierce spirit  moved  above them— the  wild  spirit  of  the  air-—
                 And  it  lashed  and  shook  and  tore  them,  till  they  thundered,  groaned
                          and  boomed,
                 And  alas  for  any  vessel  inTlieir yawning  gulfs  entombed\


                 V ery  anxious  were the people  on  that  rocky  coa^t  of  Wales,

                 Lest the  dawns  of  coming  morrows  should  be telling  awful  tales.
                 When  the  sea  had  spent its  passion,  and should  cast  upon  the  short
                  Bits  of  wreck  and  swollen  victims,  as  it  had  done  heretofore.


                 With  the  rough  winds  blowing  round  her,  a  brave woman  strained hei
                          eyes,
                 And  .she  saw  along the  billows  a  large vessel  fa SI  and  rise.

                 Oh !  it  did  not  need  a prophet to  tell  what the  end  must be,
                 For no  ship  could  ride in  safety  near that shore  on  such  a  sea.
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