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Collection of eighty street ballads: The Sailor's Dream

Collection of eighty street ballads on forty sheets, mostly with a woodcut printed at London, the majority by J. Catnach (1820ñ1830). London: n.p., n.d. University of Minnesota Libraries. WILSON Rare Books Quarto 820.1 C683.

Pasted to album leaf 30: broadside containing "The New Jack of All Trades" (left column) and "The Sailor's Dream" (right column).

<Image: wood engraving showing a small sailboat tilted in the wind.>

The Sailor's Dream.

        Printed by J. Catnach, 2. Monmouth-co<u>rt, 7
           Dials.óSold by Pierce, Southborough; Ben-
           nett, Brighton ; and Sharman, Cambridge.

        JACK vow'd old England left behind,
        To hold his Nancy dear in mind
        And this kind vow did he so keep,
        He nightly saw her in his sleep;
        'Midst roaring thunders, raging seas,
        His cheerful mind was still at ease;
        Nor seas nor wonders made him startó
        He held his Nancy to his heart.

        But, s<u>dden as the lightning's gleam,
        He woke, and found 'twas but a dream1
        Wak'd from his dream, and Nancy's charms,
        By the loud drum that beats to arms,
        Jack rous'd from so much sweet delight,
        And took his station in the fight,
        The French were thrash'dónight clos'd the main
        And dreamt the battle o'er again!

        Then fancy play'd her usual partó
        He held his Nancy to his heart,
        Alas!  things are not what they seemó
        He awoke, and found it but a dream.
        One night, a foul malicous fiend,
        Like a nightmare, across him lean'd!
        Stole Nancy's picture, and the charm
        That she had brac'd upon his arm:

        Then, as she seem'd to <b>reat<h> her last,
        A frightful monster held her fastó
        Threat'ning he should from Nancy part,
        No more to press her to his heart.
        Jack gave in agony a scream,
        Then smil'd to find it was a dream<.>
        Next morn a vessel hove in sightó
        An enemyóhot grew the fightó

        She struckóa brig of larger size,
        And Jack made England with the prize,
        Reach'd home, where Nancy long had wept,
        And sore fatigued turn in and slept;
        But truth assuming fancy's part,
        He held his Nancy to his heart;
        Nor as at sea did these things seem---
        He woke and found 'twas not a dream.

Basic transcription by Wil Kurth.  Pointed brackets mark emendations.

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Michael Hancher
Department of English, University of Minnesota
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Created 2 July 1997