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(5) Then every ſoul out over his bowl,

ſhall drink his former mourning;

Let each take his glaſs and then his laſs,

and drink to each true lover;

Bad luck unto he that would not drink free

to every loyal ſoldier.

time with Sylvia have I ſtrove,

Oft told her of my faithful love,

And vow'd for to be true;

Yet the coy fair with feign'd reſtraint,

Always reprov'd my fond complaint,

With, pray be quiet do!

With, pray be quiet. do!

Laſt May-day walking o'er the green,

I ſaw her dreſt like ony queen,

But when I nearer drew;

And told in moving plaints my grief,

Begging of her to give relief,

She cry'd, Be quiet, Do!She, &c.

Vex'd to the heart at laſt to find,

That Sylvia never would be kind,

From her I went my way;

And ſent a letter to her ſtrait,

That I no more on her would wait,

Nor longer for her ſtay.Nor, &c.

Well, this ſoon melted all her pride,

And then in anſwer thus reply'd,