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, If you loves I as I loves you, No pair so happy as we two. The storm, that like the shapeless wreck Had strew'd with rigging all the deck, That tars for sharks had giv'n a feast, And left the ship a hulk had ceas'd: When Jack, as with his messmates dear. He shar'd the grog their hearts to cheer, Took from his 'bacco box a quid, And spell'd for comfort on the lid, If you loves I as I loves you, No pair so happy as we two. 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 If you loves I as I loves you, No pair so happy as we two. The voyage, - that had been long and hard, But that had yielded full reward, And bought each sailor to his friend Happy and rich - was at an end: When Jack, his toils and perils o'er, Beheld his Nancy on the shore: He then the 'bacco box display'd, And cried, and seized the yielding maid, If you loves I as I loves you, No pair so happy as we two.