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Polly.
The BEGGAKs OPERA,
JVere I fold on Indian 5(3/7,
Aft I.
Soon as the burning Day was chs'd,
I could mock the fultry Toil
JVhen on my Charmer's Breaft repos'd.
Mach. Arid I would love you ail the Day,
Polly. Every Night ivould kifs and flay ,
Mach. J f with me jou'd fondly Jl ray
Polly. Over the Hills and far away.
Polly. Yes, I would go with thee. But oh ! how ftiall
I fpeak it ? I mull: be torn from thee. We muft part.
Mach. How !. Part!
Polly. We mull, we muft. My Papa and Mama arc fet
againft thy Life. They now, even now are in Search after thee.
They are preparing Evidence againft thee. Thy Life depends
upon a moment.
AIR XVII. Gin thou wert mine awn thins:
Oh what Pain it is to part !
Can I leave thee, can I leave thee ?
O what pain it is to part f
Can thy Polly ever leave thee ?
But leji Death my Love fljould thwart,
And bring thee to the fatal Cart %
Thus I tear thee from my bleeding Heart !
Fly hence, and let me leave thee.
Oiie, Kifs and then one Kifs be sonc-
-farewel.
Mad.

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