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She.) What you design, by Nature’s law,
is fleeting inclination,
Then Willy-Wisp beguiles us a'
by its infatuation
When that goes out, caresses tire,
and love’s nae mair in season,
Syne weakly we blow up the fire,
with all our boasted reason.
He.) The beauties of inferior cast
may start this just reflection;
But charms, like thine, must always last,
where Wit has the protection.
Virtue and Wit, like April rays,
make Beauty rise the sweeter;
The langer then on thee I gaze,
my Love will grow completer.
SWEET JEAN of TYRONE.
MY father often told me,
He never would controul me,
But make me a draper if I staid at home,
But I took a notion,
Of a higher promotion,
To try other parts than the county of Tyrone.
It was not in variance,
That I left my parents,
As little they knew the road I had gone;
But I thank my instructor,
And kindly conductor
Who landed me safe from the county of Tyrone.
