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| On Richmond Hill, there live's a lass [sic] |
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| On the green sedgy banks of the sweet winding Tay |
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| Shepherds I have lost my love |
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| Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
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| No glory I covet, no riches I want |
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| 'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
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| I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids |
17-18 |
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| When Delia on the plain appears |
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| Adieu! ye verdant lawns and bowers |
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| Why heaves my fond bosom, ah! what can it mean? |
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| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
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| Some how my spindle I mislaid |
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| Beauteous starling late I saw, A |
23-24 |
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| O'er the vine covered hills and gay regions of France |
24-26 |
10 |
| Trust not man for he'll deceive you |
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| Trust not woman she'll beguile you |
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| Rose that weeps with morning dew, The |
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| When I had scarcely told sixteen |
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| As on yon village lawn I stray'd |
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| Nae mair, ye bonny lasses gay |
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| Morning dew that wets the rose, The |
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| When first on the plain I began to appear |
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| Oft as on Thame's banks I stray |
32-33 |
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| There was a maiden in our town |
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| Dear is my little native vale |
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3 |
| Young Teddy is an Irish lad |
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3 |
| Come, sailors, be filling the can |
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| Could you to battle march away |
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| When the summer smiling bids the hillls |
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| When gentle love first fir'd my breast |
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3 |
| If your lovers, maids, forsake you |
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| Alas! the battle's lost and won |
41-42 |
3 |
| Comely swain, why fit'st thou so? |
42-43 |
4 |
| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread |
43-44 |
3 |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly |
44-46 |
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| By a murmuring stream a fair shepherdess lay |
46-47 |
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| Guardian angels now protect me |
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| How happy a state does the miller possess |
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| Cobler there was, and he liv'd in a stall, A |
50-52 |
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| When Damon languish'd at my feet |
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| Wealthy fool, with gold in store, The |
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4 |
| Busy, curious thristy fly |
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| Adieu, ye jovial youths, who join |
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| I envy not the proud their wealth |
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| Spring was advancing, and birds were beginning, The |
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| I envy not the mighty great |
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| In good King Charle's golden days [sic] |
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| Cease, rude Boreas blust'ring railer! |
61-63 |
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| Since ev'ry charm on earth combin'd |
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| Echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad, The |
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| Jacky Bull, when bound for France |
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| Banish sorrow grief and folly |
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| I Delia's beauties would disclose |
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| Hyla's the sweetest maid on earth |
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| Fields were green, the hills were gay, The |
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| Say, little foolish, fluttering thing |
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| Was I a shepherd's maid to keep |
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| In a mouldering cave, where the wretched retreat |
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| Friendship to every willing mind |
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| Says Plato why should man be vain? |
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| From the man that I love, though my heart I disguise |
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| Silver moon's enamour'd beam, The |
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| Believe my sighs, my tears, my dear |
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| Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove |
79-80 |
4 |
| How stands the glass around? |
80-81 |
3 |
| Ye virgins attend |
81-82 |
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| From the brook and the willow forsaking the plain |
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| Beneath a green grove, a lovely young swain |
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| As passing by a shady grove |
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| As bringing home, the other day |
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| O Nightingale! best poet of the grove! |
87-88 |
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| Farewell ye greenfields and sweet groves |
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3 |
| As Colinet and Phoebe sat |
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| Tho' youth and beauty grace the fair |
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| Sweet Betsy now employs my pen |
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| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine |
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| Go! tuneful bird, that glads the skies |
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| Well met, jolly fellows, well met |
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| I dreamt I saw a piteous sight |
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| O'er desert plains and rushy meers |
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| I sigh and lament me in vain |
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3 |
| Lovely nymph! O cease to grieve me |
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| Lovely nymph now cease to languish |
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| How imperfect is expression |
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| For various purpose serves the fan |
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| Smiling morn, the breathing spring, The |
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| 'Twas early on a holiday |
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| There was a frog liv'd in a well |
107-109 |
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| Let school masters puzzle their brain |
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| For a shape, and a bloom, and a mein |
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| Ah! fashion, wherefore dost thou still |
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| Dear Clora, let's love, while, in soft wanton gales |
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| See ruddy Aurora begins to appear |
114-115 |
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| When I comes to town with a load of hay |
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| When duty call'd, I sail'd away |
117-118 |
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| Charming village maid, The |
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| No more I'll court the town bred fair |
119-120 |
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| Eliza, once in prospect fair |
120-121 |
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| Hark! hark! o'er the plains what glad tumults we hear? |
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| Little Muses come and cry |
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| What's a poet, Sir? you, Sir? no Sir? |
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| My banks are furnish'd with bees |
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| Contented I am, and contented I'll be |
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| Dear heart! what a terrible life am I led! |
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| Ye fair possess'd of ev'ry charm |
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| Now's the time for mirth and glee |
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| Let rakes and libertines, resign'd |
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| Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear |
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| Last time I came o'er the moor, The |
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| When I was a young one, what girl was like me? |
134-135 |
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| Let poets praise the flow'ry mead |
135-136 |
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| Jolly mortals, fill your glasses |
136-137 |
3 |
| When blushes dy'd the cheek of morn |
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| Music, how pow'rful is thy charm! |
138-139 |
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| Gallants attend, and hear a friend |
139-143 |
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| To hear a sweet goldfinch's sonnet |
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| Look, dear ma'am, I'm quite the thing |
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| How bright are the joys of the table |
145-146 |
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| While the lads of the village shall merrily, ah! |
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| Such beauties in view I |
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| In choice of a husband we widows are nice |
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| While some do love full bowls of quaff |
149-150 |
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| Lord! what care I for mam or dad? |
150-151 |
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| Of all the pretty flowers |
151-152 |
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| Sailor's life's a life of woe, A |
152-154 |
3 |
| No care beyond the morrow! |
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| I thought our quarrels ended |
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| Three years a sailor's life I led |
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| Across the downs this morning |
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| Let shepherd lads and maids advance |
158-159 |
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| Leave, neighbours, your work, and to sport and to play |
159-160 |
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| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd |
161-162 |
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| One morning, very early, one morning in the spring |
163-164 |
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| Topsail shivers in the wind, The |
164-165 |
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| Come now, all ye social pow'rs |
165-166 |
5 |
| When trees did bud, and fields were green |
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| Once the Gods of the Greeks, at ambosial feast |
168-171 |
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| In hist'ries of heathens, by which tutors train us |
171-174 |
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| Cupid sent on a message one evening by Venus |
174-176 |
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| Now we're free from college rules |
177-178 |
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| Let us laugh at the common distinctions of state |
179-180 |
8 |
| One evening Good Humour took Wit as hs guest |
181-183 |
8 |
| Papilio the rich, in the hurry of love |
183-185 |
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| I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling |
185-186 |
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| As Jamie gay gang'd blith his way |
186-187 |
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| Ye beauties, or such as would be fam'd |
188-189 |
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| Mon chere amie, let not despair |
189 |
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| Adieu, ye streams that gently flowing |
190-191 |
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| Sweet nightingale! queen of the spray |
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| With gloomy clouds of dismal dread |
191-194 |
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| To fly, like bird, from grove to grove |
195-196 |
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| In Eden Grove there dwells a maid |
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| By a whirlwind methought I through Aether was hurl'd |
198-200 |
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| Come care curing mirth |
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| O'er moorlands and mountains, rude, barren and bare |
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| For ages on ages by tyranny bound |
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| I'll sing you a song, and I'll sing all about it |
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| On Mira's toilet there was lain |
207 |
2 |
| How happy is the man |
208 |
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| How blest is the bachelor's life |
209-211 |
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| Though grandeur flies my humble roof |
211-212 |
8 |
| Ye dear pretty ladies |
212-213 |
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| Now Joan, we are married---and now let me say |
214-215 |
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| Flora at her talk one day |
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| Sportive swain, with graceful pride, The |
217-218 |
4 |
| When Chloe try'd her virgin fires |
218-219 |
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| Unfold, Father Time, thy long records unfold |
219-220 |
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| Rose Tree in full bearing, A |
221 |
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| Does pity give, tho' Fate denies |
221-222 |
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| Distress me with those tears no more |
222-223 |
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| Shepherd of fortune possest, The |
223-225 |
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| Let meaner bards in rapt'rous strain |
225-227 |
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| Dame Liberty has fled to Gall |
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