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Broadside ballad entitled 'A New Song'
A NEW SONG
To the Tune of, Peggie I must love thec.
ADIEU, my Celia, Oh adieu!
Both Quiet Hope and Pleasure.
Thou, only Charm, that ties it :
Thus we ne'er know, til. void of Rest,
How much we ought to prize it.
To entertain my Charmer.
Or on the Trees a dancing;
Ye feather'd Kind with warbling
Express your clination ; ( Throats
To sing my ardent Passion.
And Wind, as she is turning;
My Sighs for her Returning;
My Love and all my Mourning;
But while you this disc ver,
Your Charms a Loadstone to my Heart,
I is endless Pain from you to part,
T is Heav'n and Light where you resort
As round a Flame a harmless File
Is hovering and turning.
In your bright Beauty, burning,
What Merit's in destroying ?
Cou'd I but hope for a Return,
Oh cruel Time call'd Never !
And I must sigh for ever.
Who are with Death surrounded ;
By Hope that Fear's confounded.
Presents the wish'd for Beauty;
And nought remains but Duty.
My All, that I admire :
Ye Gods, to make me doubly blest
There may be he that loves you less
Not he that loves you more.
Probable date published:
1715- shelfmark: S.302.b.2(074)