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 Blest with thee my dear Philander,

Could I chuse to live and die:

No swain with his aid, wit or art

Ever should have power to storm my heart

You are all in all, we'll never part

Each vein in me shall ever be,

Panting for the love of thee.

On the sands of Souih America,

Where the Sun never cast an eye;

Blest with thee my dear Philander

Could I chuse to live and die:

No swain with his aid, wit or art.

Ever should have power to storm my heart,

You are all in all, we’ll never part,

Each vein, &c.

Let me never be slighted

For the love that I do bear;

Lest my wrongs they should be righted.

By your languishing despair:

For should you slight me with disdain,

Then tears of sorrow would be in vain.

For lost love can never be recall’d again.

Each vein, &c.

Let us fly to Flory-mellow,

For to cherish up our drooping hearts;

For should I wear the weight of willow,

It would prove like a fatal dart;

Then dear Philander, come away.

For I long to see the joyful day,

Which will crown our joys with innocent play,

Each vein &c.