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There, under the shade of an old sacred thorn,
With freedom he sung his loves, ev'ning and morn :
He sang with so soft and enchanting a sound,
That sylvans and fairies, unseen, danc'd around.
The shepherd thus sung : Tho' young Maddie be
fair,
Her beauty is dash'd with a scornful proud air :
But Susie was handsome, and sweetly could sing ;
Her breath like the breezes perfum'd in the spring.
That Maddie, in all the gay bloom of her youth,
Like the moon was inconstant, and never spoke
truth ;
But Susie was handsome, good-humour'd, and free,
And fair as the goddess that sprung from the sea.
That mamma's fine daughter, with all her great
dow'r,
Was awkwardly airy, and frequently sour :
Then sighing, he wish'd, would but parents agree,
The witty sweet Susie his mistress might be.

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