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Ambition now my foul does fire j The youths (hall languifii and admire, And ev'ry girl with anxious heart Shall long to ride in my duft-cart ; And ev'ry girl with anxious heart Shall long to ride in my duft-cart.
��THE FIELDS WERE GREEN.
��fields were green, the hills were gay, JL And birds were tinging on each fpray, When Colin met me in the groVe, And told me tender tales of love : Was ever fwain fo blythe as he So kind, fo faithful, and fo free, Iir fpite of ail my friends could fay Young Colia ftole my heart away.
Whene'er lie trips the meads along, He fweetly joins the wood-lark's long ; And when he dances on the green, There's none fo blythe as Colin feen ; If he's -but by I nothing fear, For I alone am all his care ; Then fpite of all my friends can fay, He's ftole my tender heart away.
M^ mother chides whene'er I roam, And feems furpriz'd I quit my home ; But Aie'd not wonder that I rove, Did me but feel how much I love :~ pull well I know the gen'rous fwain Will never give my bofom pain ; Then fpite of all my friends can fay, Young Colia ftole~ my heart away.
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