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[Music ]

ROyal and fair, great Willy's dear Blessing,
  The Charming Regent of the Swains;
Heavy with Care, thus sadly expressing
  Her Grief, sat weeping on the Plains:
Why did my Fate exalt me so high,
If fading State must deprive me of Joy;
        Since Willy is gone,
        Ah! How vainly shines the Sun,
        'Till Fates decree, the Winds and Sea,
        Waft, waft him to me.

Large are my Flocks, and flowry my Pastures,
  Worth Treasures vast of Silver and Gold;
Where ravenous Wolves too fain would be Masters,
  Devour all my Lambs, and break down my Fold:
Willy, while here, secur'd me from fear,
All the Wild Herd stood in awe of my Dear;
        But poor helpless I,
        Mourning Sigh and hourly Cry,
        Let Fates decree, the Winds and Sea,
        Waft Willy to me.