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 (7) The LADS of the VILLAGE While the lads of the village hall merrily ah; found their tabors, I'll hand thee along, And I ſay unto thee, that verily, ah! thou and I will be first in the throng. While the lads, &c. Juſt then when the ſwain who laſt year won the dow'r, with his mates fall the ſports have begun, (bow'r, When the gay voice of gladneſs reſounds from each & thou long'ſt in thy heart to make one. While &c. Thoſe joys which are harmleſs no mortal can blame, 'tis my maxim that youth ſhould be free, And to prove that my words & my deeds were the ſame believe me thou'lt preſently ſee. While &c.

ALLAN WATER. WHAT numbers ſhall the muſe repeat? What verſe be found to praiſe my Annie? On her ten thouſand graces wait, each ſwain admires and ſays ſhe's bonny, Since firſt ſhe trode the happy plain, ſhe ſet each youthful heart on fire; Each nymph does to her ſwain complain, that Annie kindles new deſire. This lovely darling deareſt care, this new delight, this charming Annie, Like ſummer's dawn, ſhe's fresh and fair, when Flora's fragrant breezes fan ye. All day the am'rous youths conveen, joyous they ſport and play before her: All night, when the no more is ſeen, in bleſsful dreams they ſtill adore her. Among the crowd Amyntor came, he look'd, he lov'd, he bow'd to Annie! His riſing ſighs expreſs his fame, his words were few, his wishes many.