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SWEET PEGGY ALAVAN.
I’m reftlefs in mind, and always uneafy,
Since I loft my jewel, nothing can plcafe me:
Her breafts like a fwan on the water a playing,
Sure no one on earth's like my Peggy Alavan.
When firft l beheld this dear angel fo bright,
She appear’d like Auroro, fhe dazzl'd my fight!
Her fkin is fo fair,, and her mein fo charming,
I would chufe for my valentine Peggy Alavan.
My Peggy fhe’s fair, fhe’s charming and young,
And if fhe don’t love me I'm furely undone!
Let me go where I will, I can find no fuch maiden!
She's the jimp of all fwains, my Peggy Alavan.
Had I but my Peggy, I wou‘d afk for no more,
She's a far greater treafure than the Indian fhore!
With her fmiles fo inviting fhe‘s got me inflaven;
I fhall fure die a martyr for Peggy Alavan.
Her red rofy cheeks, and her ruby lips charming,
She's the lymph of Parneffus, fhe is my darling!
She's furel a goddefs, or great conftellation!
Now (illegible text) forbear to love fweet Peggy Alavan
F I N I S.
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