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Hilt, tho* (he lik'd him pafling wee},
She carelefs turn'd her fpinning wheel.
Her milk- white hand he did extol,
And prais'd her fingers long and fmall s
Unufua! joy her heart did feel,
Bin ftiil hie turri'd her fpinning wheel.
Then round about her flender waifl
He clafp'd his arms, and her embrac'd 3
To kifs her hand he down did kneel.
But yet (he turn'd her fpinning wheel.
With gentle voice fhe bid him rife.
He blefsM her neck, her lips, and eyes :
Her fondnefs Hie could fcarce conceal.
Yet ftill flie turn'd her fpinning wheel.
Till, bolder grown, fo clofe he prefs'd,'
His wanton thoughts (lie quickly guefs'd ;
Then pufli'd him from the rock and reel, -
And angry turn'd her fpinning wheel.
At laft when (he began to chide.
He fwore he meant her for his bride 5
'Twas then her love flie did reveal.
And flung aw.iy her fpinning wheel.
SONG XLI.
Sung by Mr Beardi
WHO has e'er been at Baldock mufl needs know the
mill,
At the fign of the horfe, at the foot of the hill,
"Where the grave and the gay, the clown and the beau.
Without all diftin£tion pronaifcuoufly go.
W here the grave, & c.