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No cruel fair shall ever move
My injur'd heart again to love j
Thro' distant climates I must rove-
Since Jeariy she has left me, O.
Ye pow'rs above, I to your care
Resign my faithless, lovely fair y
Your choicest blessings be her share.
Tho' she has ever left me, O.
TWEEDS IDE,
What beauties does Flo - ra disclose, How
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sweet are her smiles up - on Tweed ! But
Mary's still sweeter than those, Both nature and

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