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Pleasant and Diver live. 169
AS I walk'd in the Woods one Ev'nf ng of late,
A Lass was deploring her hapless Estate ;
In a Languishing posture, poor Maid she appears,
All swell'd with her sighs, and blubber'd with her Tears :
She Cry'd and she Sobb'd, and I found it was all,
For a little of that which Harry gave Doll.
At last she broke out, Wretched, she said,
Will not Youth come succour a languishing Maid ?
With what he with ease and pleasure may give,
Without which alass, poor I cannot live !
Shall I never leave Sighing, and Crying, and Call,
For a little of that which Harry gave Doll.
At first when I saw a young Man in the place,
My Colour would fade, and then flush in my Face ;
My Breath it grew short, and I shiver'd all o'er,
My Breast never Popp'd up and down so before :
I scarce knew for what, but now I find it was all,
For a little of that which Harry gave Doll.

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