Here you will find the Poem The Crooked Sixpence of poet Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
TAKE then back your foolish token, Since it cannot change like you; When I feel my heart is broken, Shall it still proclaim you true? When you gave it, you besought me Never from that pledge to part: If I am what then you thought me, You have spurned an honest heart! When, far hence, the boisterous billows Rage upon the stormy deep; And your landsmen press their pillows, Careless how we sailors sleep: Think how happy you had made him-- Think how grieved he was to part;-- Who, though harshly you upbraid him, Loved ye, with an honest heart! Farewell, Nancy, but if ever Eyes you love grow gloomy, then, Oh! remember, though we sever You have still a friend in Ben. Yes; dear girl, he'll still defend you; And some comfort 'twill impart, Aid of any sort to lend you-- Though you broke an honest heart!
