Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Herbert P. Horne b. 1864

Nancy Dawson

NANCY DAWSON, Nancy Dawson,

Not so very long ago

Some one wronged you from sheer love, dear;

Little thinking it would crush, dear,

All I cherished in you so.

But now, what’s the odds, my Nancy?

Where ’s the guinea, there ’s the fancy.

Are you Nancy, that old Nancy?

Nancy Dawson.

Nancy Dawson, Nancy Dawson,

I forget you, what you were;

Till I feel the sad hours creep, dear,

O’er my heart; as o’er my cheek, dear,

Once of old, that old, old hair:

And then, unawares, my Nancy,

I remember, and I fancy

You are Nancy, that old Nancy;

Nancy Dawson.