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 The garden my love, If thou wilt approve, I there can my passion reveal, How pleasing 'twould be, My angel, to me? If love you no longer conceal.If, &c.

There's music to charm, Thy bosom ’twill warm, The ideas of love to possess, Then Betsy comply, And do not deny, This instant your Tommy to bless.&c.

Ye lovers draw near, My story pray hear, I will make you in love with the sex, I whisper’d my mind, And Betty was kind. No longer she strives to perplexNo, &c.

The ev’ning draws on, And we must be gone, Each heart now with pleasure o'erflows, The maxim will shew, The passion that’s true. If repulsed the stronger it grows.If, &c.



Steer her up, and ha'd her gawn, her mither's at the mill, jo; But gin the winna tak a man, e'en let her tak her will, jo,