THE LASS OF RICHMOND HILL.
On Richmond hill there's a lass,
More bright than May-day morn;
Whose charms all other maids surpass.
A rose without a thorn.
This lass so neat with smile so sweet,
Has won my right good will;
I‘d crowns resign to call thee mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond hill.
Ye breezes swift that fan the air,
And wanton thro‘ the grove,
Oh! whisper to my charming fair,
I die for her and love.
How happy will the shepherd be,
Who calls this nymph his own,
O may her choise be fix'd on me,
Mine's fix'd on her alone.
FINIS.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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