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They’ll fill up her health in a bumper,
and cauſe the whole cup to go round,
And they will drink it o'er and o’er,
and chooſe a true lover the morn.
But woes me that e’er I believ’d them,
for oftentimes they charmed me,
They robb’d me of all my treaſure,
my heart and my virginity.
Young men they are glorious creatures,
it’s a pity ſo falſe they were ay,
They’re fickle like weather in winter,
they’ll heat and they’ll cool in a day.
What need I tell it o’er and o’er,
what I in my boſom do find,
They’ll wheedle & cox till you’re ruin’d,
and then all your pleaſure does end.
❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋!❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋
The SHEPHERDESS Lamenting
her Drowned LOVER.
YE Maids of the village attend,
to the ſorrowful tale I now ſpeak,
Oh! refuſe not your comfort to lend,
for my heart is juſt ready to break!
You know my dear Celadon well,
he was ſprightly & handſome & young
On his lips what perſuaſion did dwell?
how melodiouſly ſoft was his ſong?
