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WHEN LATE I WANDERED
When late I wandered o'er the plain,
From nymph to nymph I strove in vain,
My wild desires to rally, to rolly,
My wild desires to rally;
But now they re of themselves come home,
And strange ! no longer wish to roam,
They centre all in Sally, in Sally,
They centre all in Sally.
Yet she, unkind one damps my joy,
And cries, I court but to destroy,
Can love with ruin tally,
My wild desires to rally;
But those dear lips, those eyes, I swear,
I would all deaths, all torments bear,
Rather than injure Sally, injure Sally,
Rather than injure Sally.
Come then, Oh come thou sweeter far
Than violets and roses are,
Or lilies of the valley, of the valley,
Or lilies of the valley.
O follow love, and quit your fear,
He'll guide you to these arms my dear,
And make me blest in Sally, in Sally,
And make me blest in Sally.
FINIS.
