Act I, Scene viii, Air XThomas, I Cannot,
Polly. I like a ship in storms was tossed,
Yet afraid to put into land,
For seized in the port the vessels lost
Whose treasure is contraband.
The waves are laid,
My dutys paid;
O joy beyond expression!
Thus safe ashore
I ask no more;
My all is in my possession.
Songs from The Beggars Opera: Air X-Thomas, I Cannot"
written byJohn Gay
© John Gay