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I'd lock'd my Heart in a Cafe of Gold,
Ai]d pinn'd it with a Silver Pin.
Oh, oh! if my young Babe were faorn^
And fet upon che Nurfe's Knee,
And I my feli were dead and gane,
Foi a Maid again I'll never be.
SONG CCCLXVIII. Oh\ what, &c
OH ! what a Plague is Love,
1 cannot bear it ;
She will unconftant prove,
I greatly fear it; _
It £o torments my Mind,
That my Heart failcthj
She wavers with the Wind,
As a Ship faileth ;
Pleafe-her the beft I may,
She loves ftill to gainfay,
Alack, and well a Day!
Phillaia iloute me
At the Fait t'other Day^
As flie pafs'd by me.
She look'd another Way^
And wou'd not fpy me.
I woo'd her for to dine,
Butcou'd not get her,
Vkk had her to the Vine,
He might intreat her.
With Daniel ihe did dance.
On me fhe wou'd not glance 5
Oh thrice unhappy Chance !
Phiilada Houts me.
Fair Maid, be not fo coy, '
Do not difdain me $
I am my Mother's Joy j
Sweet, entertain me,