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z% The CoblerV Of era.
A I R XIX. To Morrow is St. Valentine's Day.
My Venue it {ball be my Pride,
Howe'er I am betray' d 5
For if Fm not my HarryV Bride,
Fll purely die a a Maid.
'Then ceafe to think, tW in this State,
Sereav'd of all I love,
That 'tis within the power of Fate,
My Chaftity to move.
Enter Welfleet.
Peg. Pray, noble Captain, what's the Matter ? Is
any Body preft ? What will become of me ! I find the
Wretch is rivetted: to her. For tho' he turn'd and look'd
full in my Face, he took no more Notice, than if he
had never faid a civil Thing to me. Now, I remem-
ber, I forefaw my Ruin $ for when Molly Whiting and
I were Yefterday at my Stall, at our Tea, I threw one
Cup, in which ftie plainly did defcribe a bafe, incon-
ftant Lover.
AIR XX. On yonder high Mountain,
M\ foolijb Peg Welfleet,
How could'fi thou e'er believe
That' on Land, or in the whole Fleet,
Is the Man that won't deceive ?
3 Tis the Nature
Of the Creature,
As of Wolves, to feek jor Prey 3
So 'tis common
In the Woman,
To throw herfelf away.
Enter'

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