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He brought me a nest of young linnets quite flush,
And I the kind present received with a blush.
Wherever he meets me he'l simper and smile,
seem as I did not observe him the while;
He offered to kiss me. I gave him a push:
Why, can't you be easy I cry'd with a blush.
One sunday he came to entreat me to walk.
Twas down in a meadow of love was our talk,
He call'd me his dearest—Pray, Damon be hush
There,s somebody coming, I cry'd, with a blush.
My mother she chides when I mention the swain,
Forbids me to go to the meadow again:
But sure for his sake I will venture a brush,
For love him I do I confess with a blush.
Thus warbled the fair and my heart leapt for joy,
Tho' little she thought that her Damon was nigh,
But chancing to see him behind a green bush,
She ended her song and arose with a blush.
MERRY MAY THE MAID BE
Merry may the maid be,
that merries the miller,
