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( 2 )  BONNY BELL

fair Edina dwelt a maid,

not of high birth, nor low,

'Tis not material when, I trow,

but 'tis not long ago

Howe’er this las of lses was

much for her beauty fam’d;

Each foppiing that could read or write,

her praie in vere proclaim'd;

CHORUS

This Maid he was a virgin fair,

none could her charms excel!

No rose on Sharon’s vale could e'er

compare with Bonny Bell!

For her full long did Strephon whine,

for her he rack'd his breat;

But no fond flatter could engage

this Helen of the wet.

Ignaro next the fair addres'd

he too a paion feign’d ;

Plutus in vain did argue his uit,

But both the maid didain'd.