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I. LOVE: PERSONAL 11
Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find,
The savage and the tender ;
Some social join, and leagues combine ;
Some solitary wander :
Avaunt, away ! the cruel sway,
Tyrannic man's dominion ;
The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry,
The fluttering, gory pinion !
But Peggy dear, the evening's clear,
Thick flies the skimming swallow ;
The sky is blue, the fields in view,
All fading green and yellow :
Come let us stray our gladsome way,
And view the charms of Nature ;
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn.
And ev'ry happy creature.
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk.
Till the silent moon shine clearly ;
I'll grasp thy waist, and fondly prest,
Swear how I love thee dearly :
Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,
Not autumn to the farmer.
So dear can be, as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely charmer!
No. 12. F7ill well ikou knowst I love thee, dear
Tune : Rothiemurchii s rant.
Chorus. Fairest maid on Devon banks,
Crystal Devon, winding Devon,
Wilt thou lay that frown aside,
And smile as thou wert wont to do?
Full well thou know'st I love thee, dear,
Couldst thou to malice lend an ear?
O, did not love exclaim : — ' Forbear,
Nor use a faithful lover so ! '
Then come, thou fairest of the fair,
Those wonted smiles, O let me share ;
And by thy beauteous self I swear
No love but thine my heart shall know.