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 It was the last May, I remember it still,

He brought me a nest of young linnets quite flush,

And I the kind present receiv’d with a blush.

Whenever he meets me, he’ll simper and smile,

I seem as I did not observe him the while;

He offer’d to kiss me, I gave him a push;

Why can’t you be easy? I cry’d with a blush.

One Sunday he came to intreat me to walk,

’Twas down in a meadow, of love was our talk.

He call d me his dearest—Pray, Damon, be, hush,

There‘s somebody coming, I cry‘d, with a blush.

My mother she chides when I mention the swain,

Forbids me to go to the meadow again:

But sure, for his sake, I will venture a brush.

For love him I do, I confess with a blush.

Thus warbled the fair, and my heart leapt for joy,

Tho’ little she thought that her Damon was nigh.

But chancing to see me behind a green bush,

She ended her song, and arose with a blush.