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15 THE FAIREST FLOWER.

Music by Lee.

I have plucked the sweetest flower, I have dreamed in Fancy's bower I have basked in Beauty's eyes, I have mingled melting sighs; If all these sweets to hive, I'm the guiltiest man alive. But, gentle maids, believe, I never can deceive, Nor cause your breast to heave With a sad heigh ho !

But to raise in Beauty's frame, The burning blush of shame, Or bid the tear to start, Far be it from my heart; Such base attempts I scorn, To honour I was born. Then, gentle maidens, spare The heart you thus ensnare, Or the willow I must wear With a sad heigh ho !

MY LUTE IT HAS BUT ONE SWEET SONO,

4 Ballad Sung by Me' Lorr. Written, and Music composed by J. Ayrtotine Wade, The idea of thl. Song is acknowledged, by its author, to have been derived from the Greek Poet Anacreon.

My lute it has but one sweet song, And that is love, dear love, No other sounds will e'er belong To its soft voice, but love. From morn's first ray To set of day, Where'er I chanee to rove, Its chords will sigh. No melody But love, dear love.