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As my cow I was milking just now in the vale |
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Young ladies in town, and all who live round |
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To ease his heart, and own his flame |
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One summer's eve, as Nancy, fair |
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Beautious starling late I saw, A |
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As 'cross the field the other morn |
8-9 |
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Scenes of my youth! ye once were dear |
9-11 |
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'Twas on a pleasant hill I stood |
11-12 |
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Stranger, wouldst thou enter here |
12-13 |
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And are you sure the news is true |
13-14 |
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From the East breaks the morn |
15-16 |
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Ah! Delia see the fatal hours |
16-18 |
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Dusky night rides down the sky, The |
18-19 |
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'Twas in the green meadows so gay |
19-20 |
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Tho' oft we meet severe distress |
20-21 |
3 |
Songs of shepherds in rustical roundelays |
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As Dolly sat milking her cow |
23-24 |
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When the rosy morn appearing |
24-25 |
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Say, have you seen my Arabell? |
25-26 |
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Oh Lord! what a terrible fright I am in |
26-27 |
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Attention pray give while of hobbies I sing |
27-28 |
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I once was both social and gay |
28-29 |
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Come here, come here, my pretty dear |
30-31 |
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All nature is cheerful and gay |
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Trust not woman, she'll beguile you |
31-32 |
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Trust not man for hell deceive you [sic] |
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Sweet briar grows in the merry green wood, The |
33-34 |
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I gaze from the brow of the steep |
34-35 |
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Tender softness, infant mild! |
35-36 |
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Jenny! hide your milk-white bosom |
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John Bull, for pastime took a prance |
37-38 |
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Woman is to---but stay---, A |
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Our immortal poet's page |
40-43 |
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While wrapt in fancy's airy dreams |
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One morn, on the brow of a hill |
44-45 |
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Well here I am;---and what of that? |
45-46 |
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Hey! what's the bustle? what's the stir? |
46-47 |
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Lovely tenant of the grove |
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Can aught be more fair to the eye |
49-50 |
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Dear is my little native vale |
50-51 |
3 |
Ye Muses! pour the pitying tear |
51-52 |
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As free as air I've rov'd till now |
52-53 |
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One night I dreampt I lay most easy [sic] |
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Sweet country life is delightful & charming, A |
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'Twas on one morning something soon |
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Fair one is false to her word, The |
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Mine be a cot beside a hill |
58-59 |
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I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hills |
59-60 |
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Let the tempest of war |
60-61 |
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Friendship to every willing mind |
61-62 |
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'Twas on the morn of sweet May day |
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Sure a lass in her blossom, at the age of nineteen [sic] |
64-65 |
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still |
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As th'other day milking I sat in the vale |
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Return, enraptur'd hours |
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O'er moorlands and mountains rude, barren and bare |
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Leave, neighbours, your work, and to sport and to play |
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As bringing home, the other day |
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Last time I came o'er the moor, The |
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Her sheep had in clusters crept close to a grove |
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Young Colin once courted Myrtilla the prude |
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As sound as a nut o'er the plains |
77-78 |
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Ye nymphs who unthinkingly rove |
78-80 |
12 |
Mild as the beauty of fourteen |
80-81 |
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When innocence and beauty meet |
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You tell me I'm handsome, (I know not how true) |
82-83 |
3 |
One April morn, reclin'd in bed |
83-85 |
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Good people all attend to me, I'll sing you a merry tale, sir |
86-88 |
8 |
Bosom of earth is matted with leaves, The |
89-90 |
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Whene'er with haggard eyes I view |
90-91 |
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Again thou rosy dimpled Maid return? |
92-93 |
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Little insect that on high |
93-94 |
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Their groves of sweet myrtal, let foreign lands reckon |
94-95 |
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Hope and fear alternate rising |
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Believe my sighs, my tears, my dear |
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Where social mirth with pleasure reigns |
96-97 |
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This world, my dear Mira, is full of deceit |
97-98 |
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What pleasure can compare, with sleighing with the fair |
98-99 |
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How sweet through the woodlands, with fleet hound and horn |
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My Sally is fair as the flow'rs |
100-101 |
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Stella and Flavia, every hour |
101-102 |
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O yes my good people draw near |
102-104 |
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Gentle willow, lend thy shade |
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Hail Columbia! happy land |
105-107 |
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Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought |
107-110 |
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For ages on ages by tyranny bound |
110-111 |
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Unfold, Father Time, thy long records unfold |
111-112 |
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Full twenty years, an honest man in black |
112-114 |
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Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise |
114-116 |
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To a mouldering cavern, the mansion of woe |
116-117 |
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I wonder what the racket means |
117-119 |
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Give me a lad with a black cockade |
119-122 |
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Sainted shades, who dar'd to brave |
122-123 |
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Come join hand in hand, brave Americans all |
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