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No more the Nymph, with haughty air,
Refufes Willy's kind addrefs ;
Her yielding bluflies mew no care,
But too much fondnefs to fupprefs.
No more the youth is fallen now,
But looks the gayeft on the green,
Whilft every day he fpys feme new
Surprising charms in bonny Jean.
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A thoufand tranfpoits crowd his bread..
He moves as light as fleeting wine.
His former forrows feem a jefi,
Now when his J cany is turn'd kind :
Riches he looks on with difdain, .
The glorious fields of war look mean ;
The chearful hound and horn give gain,
If abfent from his bonny Jean,
The day he fpends inam'rous gaze,
Which even in fummer ftiorten'd feems ;
When funk in downs, with glad amaze,
He wonders at her in his dreams.
All charms difclos'd, me looks more bright
Than Troy's prize, the Spartan queen,
With breaking day, he lifts his fight,
And pants to be with bonny Jean,
Throw the Wood Laddie.
O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn
Thy prefence cou'd eafe me,
When naething can pleafe me :
Now dowie I figh on the bank of the burn.
Or throw the wood, laddie, until thou return.