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 When true hearts are wither'd, and fond ones are flown,

O who would inhabit this bleak world alone.





I have parks, I have grounds,

I have deer, I have hounds,

And for sporting a neat little cottage,

I have youth, I have wealth,

I have strength, I have health,

Yet I mope like a beau in his dotage.

What can I want?-'Tis the girl of my heart,

To share those treasures with me,

For had I the wealth which the Indies impart,

No pleasure would it give me,

Without the lovely girl of my heart.

The sweet lovely girl of my heart.

My domain far extends,

And sustains social friends,

Who make music divinely enchanting;

We have balls, we have plays,

We have routs, public days