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Pleasant and Divertive.
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The May-pole where thy little feet,
So roundly did in measures meet,
Is broken down, and no Content,
Comes near Amyntor since you went,
All that I ever heard him say,
Was Chloris, Chloris, welladay.
Upon those Banks you us'd to tread,
He ever since hath laid his head ;
And whisper'd there such pining woe ;
As not a blade of Grass will grow :
O Chloris ! Chloris ! come away,
And hear Amyntor' s Welladay.
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LOve thee J good Sooth, Not I,
I've something else to do ;
Alas !. you must go Learn to talk,
Before you Learn to woo ;
Nay fie, stand, off, go too, go too.
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