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, OF CHOICE SONGS. 259
SONG CCLXXXVII.
Colin and Nell.
SINCE they tracM me alone with a Twain to tlir
grove.
Each tongue in the village proclaims I^m in love^
With a laugh they point at us as paffing along.
And Colin and Nell are their jeft and their fong,
Sufpicion long whifper^d it over the green,
But fcandal now tells what Ihe never has Ceen j
Wherever we wander yet fafier {he flies,
What we do^ or what we fay, (he refie£ts with her liest
How we trip, all by moon light, to love-hanntedi
bowVs,
How we toy and we k'.fs at the fweet gilded hours :.
Ail this, ai)d yet more, if fhe will, fhe may name,
For we meet without crime, and we part without
fhame.
I own that I Ibve him, he's Co to my mind^
And waits with impatience till fortune's more kind 5;
I ftill will love on till our fate's to be bleft,
And the talk may be louder, it (han't break our refti^
Let malice her tongue and her eyes all employ^.
And envy do all to embitter our joy j
The time that is coming Ihall foften the part,
And crown the gay nymph with her Colin at lafti
SONG CCLXXXVIIL:
The Banks of Rofes,
AST
JM So
was a' walking one morning fo fair,
green was the fields and fweet was £he aj%

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