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So fare you well my dearest dear,
my bleſſing ay go with you,
I'll come uo more to your bow'r door,
for to tell you that I love you.
You've been ſo free in telling me,
that you've not a mind to marry,
I'll be ſo free in telling thee,
that I have no time to tarry.
You lovers who a courting go,
pray take this for a warning,
Let Cupid no advantage take,
of your reaſon to diſarm you.
For Peggy’s ſmiles my heart inflames,
my breaſt doth burn like fire,
But ſince it’s ſo, I'll let her go,
from henceforth I’ll defy her.
So here’s a health to the bonny laſs,
whoſe cheeks are like the roſes;
The fineſt flowers will ſooneſt fade,
when they are ſet in poſies.
It’s heaven’s decree it muſt not be,
therefore I will reſign her;
Some other maid will grace my bed,
for wedlock more inclining.
The WOUNDED FARMER’S SON.
DRAW near each loyal lover,
To you I will diſcover.
