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5 His health is sound, his heart is gay, He neither envies lords nor kings. The chearful day glades will away, As thus he labours and he sings.

He snuffs the fragrant gale of naurn While Phœbus lifts his servent eye: All nature welcomes his return His brightened blaze illumes the sky.

The Ploughman, happy in his lot, Ambition never tempt his vow: You, who have sweet to content forget, Come learn of him that bolds the plough.

ROBIN ADAIR.

What's this dull town to me? Robie's not near: What was't I wish to see? What wish'd to beat? Where's all the joy and nirth, Made this town a heaven on earth? Oh! they're all fled with thee, Robin Adair

What made the assembly shine? Robin Adair. What made the ball so fine? Robin was there: