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Kb longer muft ihe ftay on board,
They kiff'd, ihe figh'd, he hung his head J Her leff'ning boat unwilling rows to land ; Adieu ! fhe cry'd, and wav'd her lily hand.
��GOOD MORROW TO YOUH NIGHT-CAP.
Tp\EAB Kathleen, you, no doubt, JU/ Find fleep how very fweet 'tis ; Do.gs bark, and cocks have crow'd out, You never dream how late 'tis. This morning gay, I poll away,
To have with you a bit of play. On two legs rid
pg, to bid Good morrow to your night-cap.
Laft night a little bowfy,
With whifkey, ale, and cyder, I afk'ci young Betty Blowzy, To let me fit bcfide her. Her anger rofe, And font as -floes, The little gipfey cqck'd her nofs. Yet here i've rid Along, to bid Good morrow to your night-cap.
. Beneath the honeysuckle, u The daif) and the violet 4< Cornpofc fo fweet ^ truckle,
" Xhe> 'li iempt }ou fure to fpoil it.
Sweet
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