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540 A C L L E C T I N
In fp'ite of all my fliill,
Hath ftole my heart away.
When tedding of the hay,
Bare headed on the green,
Love 'midft her locks did play,
And wanton'd in her een.
Her arms whUe, round, and fmootli,
Breafts rifing in their dawn.
To age it would give youth
To prefs 'em with his hand :
Through all my fpirits ran
An extacy of blifs.
When I fuch fweetnefs fand
Wrapt in a balmy kifs.
Without the help of art.
Like flowers which grace the wild,
She did her fweets impart.
Whene'er fhe fpoke or fmil'd :
Her looks they were fo mild,
Free from afFe£led pride.
She me to love beguil'd,
I wifh'd her for my bride.
O had I all the wealth
Hopeton's high mountains fill,
Infur'd long life and health,
And pleafures at my will,
I'd pfomife and fulfil,
That none but bonny fhe,
The lafs of Patie's mill,
Shou'd fhare the fanje with me.
SONG CCLXIX.
Under the Rofe. Sufig by Mr Vernon at VauxhalL
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