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A gentler face, and silk attire,
A lady rich in beauty's blossom,
Alake, poor me, will now conspire
To steal thee from thy Peggie's bosom.
No more the shepherd, who excell'd
The rest, whose wit made them to wonder,
Shall now his Peggie's praises tell ;
Oh ! I can die, but never sunder.
Ye meadows, where we often stray'd,
Ye banks, where we were wont to wander.
Sweet-scented rocks, round which we play'd,
You'll lose your sweets when we're asunder.
Again, ah, shall I never creep
Around the knowe, with silent duty,
Kindly to watch thee while asleep.
And wonder at thy manly beauty ?
Hear, Heaven, while solemnly I vow.
Though thou shouldst prove a wand'ring lover,
Through life to thee I shall prove true,
Nor be a wife to any other.
MY JO JANET,
Tune — My Jo Janet.
Sweet sir, for your courtesie,
When ye come by the Bass, then,
For the love ye bear to me.
Buy me a keekin' glass, then.
Keek into the draw-well,
Janet, Janet ;
There ye'll see your bonnie sell,
My jo Janet.

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