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Orpheus Caledonius. 103
And when the Sun goes Weft the Loch,
At Night when you fa' faft to fpin ;
I'll icrew my Drons, and play a Spring,
And thus the weary Night we'll end,
Till the tender Kids, and Lamb-time bring
Our pleafant Summer back again.
tLYU

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