Wit and humor > Hodge of the mill, or, An old woman clothed in grey

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They’ll fill up her health in a.bumpei%
and caufe the whole cup to go round,
And they will drink it o'er and o’er,
and choofe a true lover the morn.
But woes me that e’er I believ’d them,
for oftentimes they charmed me,
They robb’d me of all my treafure,
my heart and my virginity.
Young men they are glorious creatures,
it’s a pity fo falfe they were ay,
They’re fickle like weather in winter,
they’ll heat and they’ll cool in a day.
What need I tell it o’er and o’er,
what I in my bofom do find,
They’ll wheedle & cox till you’re ruin’d,
and then all your pleafure does end.
The S H E FH E R D E-SS Lamenting
her Drowned LOVER.
YE Maids of the village attend,
to the forrowful tale I now ipeak,
Oh! refufe not your comfort to lend,
for my heart is juft ready to break!
You know my dear Celadon well,
he was fprightiy Schandfome 8c young
On his lips what perfuafton did dwell?
how mdodioufly fbft was his fong?