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There's many a one with flattering tongue,
Of high and of low degree;
But he that is both merry and young
Is the brisk young man for me.
There's, &c.
Last time I wed a husband old,
About fourscore or more;
But then his purse was lin'd with gold,
Which woman-kind adore.
He's dead and gone to his narrow home,
So then let him quiet be;
And now my heart is free to roam,
So a brisk young man for me.
There's, &c.
I'VE DREAMT THAT THOU ART FADING.
I've dreamt that thou art fading,
If thou'rt fading, love, for me———
O resume thy early beauty,
For I am not false to thee.
The feelings that pervade thee,
May have touch'd this heart as sore;
Yet thy charms have ever bade me
Behold thee, and adore.
I've mov'd among the many
Who were beautiful and gay,
And since last mine eyes beheld thee,
I have wander'd far away.
