Jemmy and Nancy of Yarmouth, or… (1870-1885)
“ Jemmy, she cried, if my father should hear thee, We shall be ruin'd, pray therefore repair, At the sea-side I will instantly meet you, With my two maids I will come to thee there. Her night-gown embroider'd with gold and silver, Carelessly round her body she throws, With the two maidens who did attend her, To meet her true love she instantly goes. Close in his arms the spirit did enfold her, Jemmy, she said, you are colder than clay; Sure you can never be the man I admire, Paler than death you appear unto me. ”
