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 Now he’s held his bridle-reins till he came down,

And then he convey’d them to a fine room;

With the finest of spirits they drank a fine toss,

And the son and the father drank both in one glass.

Strephon appears, how my heart pit a pat,

shews the tender emotion with which it is seiz’d,

To the the shepherd’s bewitching gay innocent chat,

I could listen for ever, O dear! I’m so pleas’d.

My grandmother frowns, & protests I’m too young,

with the lesson of Cupid to soon to be teaz’d,

But so sweet is the honey that falls from his tongue,

I laugh at my grandmam, O dear! I'm so pleas’d.