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Their hands were join'd in Hymen's bands,
their bliss will never cloy;
For they love all day, at night lay and play,
who'll happy be as he and she,
For their lives are always May.
The UNFORTUNATE SWAIN.
DOWN in a meadow fresh and gay,
Plucking a flow'r the other day,
Plucking a flow'r both red and blue,
I little thought what love could do.
Where love is planted there it grows.
It buds and blossoms like any rose,
And has so sweet and a pleasant smell,
No flow'r on earth can it excel
Must I be bound and she be free?
Must I love one that loves not me?
Why should I act such a childish part,
To love a girl that will break my heart?
There's thousands, thousands in a room,
My true love carries the highest bloom,
Surely she is some chosen one,
I will have her, or l will have none.
I spy'd a ship sailing on-the sea,
Laden as deep as she could be,
But not so deep as in love I am,
I care not whether I sink or swim.
