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Can I decline
A nymph divine ; Whofe voice like a flute is dulcis ;
Her oculis bright,
Her manus white,
And foft, when I ta&o, her pulfe is. Korum, corum, &c.
Oh how bella
My pueila ! I'll kifs fecula feculorum :
If I've luck, fir,
She's my uxor, O dies benedictorum ! Korum, corum, &c
��JOCKEY AND JENNY.
within a mile of Edinburgh town, In the rofy time of the year, Sweet flowers bloom'd and the grafs was downy And each fiiepherd wood his dear. Bonny Jockey, blithe and gay, KifsM fvveet Jenny making hay, The lailie blufti'd and frowning cry'd, no, no, it
will not do ;
I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, maunot buckle too.
��Jockey was a wag that never would wed,
Tho' long he had folio w'd the lafs ; Contented me ear n'd and eat her brown bread,
And merrily turn'd up the grafs.
Bonny
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