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Allan-Water.
What numbers shall the muse repeat,
what verse be found to praise my Annie?
On her ten thousand graces wait!
each swain admires, and owns she’s bonny.
Since first she trode the happy plain,
she set each youthful heart on fire!
Each nymph does to her swain complain,
that Annie kindles new desire.
what verse be found to praise my Annie?
On her ten thousand graces wait!
each swain admires, and owns she’s bonny.
Since first she trode the happy plain,
she set each youthful heart on fire!
Each nymph does to her swain complain,
that Annie kindles new desire.
This lovely darling, dearest care,
this new delight, this charming Annie!
Like summer’s dawn, she’s fresh and fair,
when Flora’s fragrant breezes fan ye.
All day the am’rous youths conveen;
joyous they sport and play before her:
All night, when she no more is seen,
in blissful dreams they still adore her.
this new delight, this charming Annie!
Like summer’s dawn, she’s fresh and fair,
when Flora’s fragrant breezes fan ye.
All day the am’rous youths conveen;
joyous they sport and play before her:
All night, when she no more is seen,
in blissful dreams they still adore her.
Among the croud Amyntor came,
he look’d, he lov’d, lie bow’d to Annie;
His rising sighs express'd his flame,
his words were few, his wishes many.
With smiles the lovely maid reply'd,
Kind shepherd, why should I deceive ye?
Alas! your love must be deny’d,
this destin'd breast can ne’er relieve ye.
he look’d, he lov’d, lie bow’d to Annie;
His rising sighs express'd his flame,
his words were few, his wishes many.
With smiles the lovely maid reply'd,
Kind shepherd, why should I deceive ye?
Alas! your love must be deny’d,
this destin'd breast can ne’er relieve ye.
