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 But of all the gay youths that sport on the green,

Young Harry’s the lad for me,

Young Harry’s the lad for me.

Her eyes are as black as the sloe in the hedge,

Her cheek like the blossom in May ;

Her eyes, &c.

Her teeth are as white as the new-shorn flock,

Her breath like the new-made hay :

The new-made hay, the new-made hay,

Her breath like the new-made hay.

He’s tall and straight, like the poplar tree,

His cheeks are as fresh as a rose;

He’s tall and straight &c.

He looks like a Squire of high degree,

When dress’d in his Sundays cloths.

When dress’d in his Sunday’s cloaths.

With hugging and kissing to church we will go,

And be marry’d and languish no more;

With hugging and kissing, &c

The bells they shall ring, and the music shall play,

The Maid of the Mill will ancore,

The Maid of the Mill will ancore.

 

let the trumpet sound.

Tell all the world around,

Great George is King!