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Pleasant and Divertive. 205
THE Weather's too bleak now to gang out of
Doors,
And faith by the Chimny Ize pass the long Hours ;
And gin that my Dear wilt now stay with me there,
It may for blest Jockey Freeze on the whole Year :
My bonny blith Jenny, then never let's part,
No Cold here I fear, but that of thy Heart ;
This Weather together weze dally and play,
Enjoying and toying, as if it were May.
In Summer 'tis sweet to trip o'er the Land,
And in the green Meadows to walk hand in hand ;
When every Loon
Of his Lass begs a Boon,
Or on the soft Grass gives her a Green-Gown ;
Our Leisure, and Pleasure
Shall now be as great,
Weze Tattle, and Prattle,
And Blessing reap ;
And when I my Jenny fast by me do hold,
She'll say it is rather too warm than too cold.
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