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 Hark to yonder milk-maid singing,

cheerly o’er the brimming pail;

Cowslips all around her springing,

sweetly paint the golden vale.

Never yet did courtly maiden,

move so sprightly, look fo fair,

Never breast with jewels laden,

pour a long fo void of care.

Would indulgent Heav'n have granted

me some rural damsel’s part!

All the empire I had wanted,

then had been my shepherd’s heart.

Then with him o’er hills and mountains,

free from fetters might I rove,

Fearless taste the crystal fountains,

peaceful sleep beneath the grove.

Rustics had been more forgiving,

partial to my virgin bloom.

None had envy’d me when living,

none had triumph’d o’er iny tomb.

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A King smitten by a BEGGAR WENCH,

A King once reign’d beyond the sea,

as we in ancient story find,

Whom no face could ever please,

he cared not for woman kind.

He despis’d the fairest beauties,

and the greatest fortunes too,

At length he married a beggar wench,

see what Cupid’s dart can,do.