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’Tis little I have got to boast:
But should you of our cottage tell,
Say, Hal the Woodman was your host.
FAIR ELLEN.
Fair Ellen like lily grew,
Was beauty’s fav’rite flow’r
Till falsehood chang’d her lovely (illegible text),
She wither’d in an hour.
Antonio, in her virgin breast,
First raised a tender sigh;
His wish obtain’d, the lover blest,
Then left the maid to die.
FINIS
