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Young Damon came with Cupid’s art,
his wiles, his smiles, his charms beguiling,
He stole away my virgin heart;
cease, poor Amyntor, cease bewailing:
Some brighter beauty you may find,
on yonder plain the nymphs are many;
Then chuse some heart that’s unconfin’d,
and leave to Damon his own Annie.
his wiles, his smiles, his charms beguiling,
He stole away my virgin heart;
cease, poor Amyntor, cease bewailing:
Some brighter beauty you may find,
on yonder plain the nymphs are many;
Then chuse some heart that’s unconfin’d,
and leave to Damon his own Annie.
The Banks of Banna.
As down on Banna’s banks I stray’d,
one evening in May,
The little birds, in blythest notes,
made vocal ev’ry spray;
They sung their little notes of love,
they sung them o’er and o’er;
Ah! gramachree, mo, challeenouge,
mo Molly astore.
one evening in May,
The little birds, in blythest notes,
made vocal ev’ry spray;
They sung their little notes of love,
they sung them o’er and o’er;
Ah! gramachree, mo, challeenouge,
mo Molly astore.
The daisy pied, and all the sweets
the dawn of nature yields;
The primrose pale, the vi'let blue,
lay scatter’d o’er the fields:
Such fragrance in the bosom lies
of her whom I adore:
Ah! gramachree, &c.
the dawn of nature yields;
The primrose pale, the vi'let blue,
lay scatter’d o’er the fields:
Such fragrance in the bosom lies
of her whom I adore:
Ah! gramachree, &c.
