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VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 405
Watch the faft minutes of delyte
When Jenny fpeaks beneath her breath,
And kifies, laying a' the wyte
On you if fhe kepp ony Ikaith.
Haith ye're ill-bred, fhe'll fmiling fay,
Ye 1 !! worry me, ye greedy rook :
Syne frae your arms fhe'll rin away,
And hide herfelf in fome dark nooko
Her laugh will lead you to the place
Where lies the happinefs ye want,
And plainly tell you to your face
Nineteen na-fays are ha'f a grant. ,
Now to her heaving bofom cling
And fweetly toolie for a kifs :
Upon her finger whoop a ring
As taiken of a future blifs.
Thefe bennifons, I'm very fure,
Are of the gods indulgent grant :
Then, furly carls, whifht, forbear
To plague us with your whining cant,
SONG CCXVII.
To the foregoing Tune.
; EAR Roger, if your Jenny geek
And anfwer kindnefs wi' a flight,
Seem unconcern'd at her neglect ;
For women in a man delight :
]3ut them defpife who're foon defeat,
And wi' a fimple face give way :
To a repulfe then be not blate ;
Pufh bauldly on and win the day.