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Rh They’re to be gather’d while they’re green, And he that loves an unkind lover. I’m sure he strives against the stream.

When my love is dead and her at rest, I’ll think on her whom I love best, To wrap her in the linen strong, And thirk on her when she’s dead and gone.

MAID’s JOCKEY.

Love did first my thoughts employ, returning day still saw me blest, Each happy hour came wing’d with joy, each night was crown’d with balmy rest.

But now, alas! no longer gay I rise to hail the cheerful light, I sit and sigh the live lang day, and pass in tears the sleepless night.

Come, lovely Jockey, hither haste, sure thou hast long perceived my mind, I fear my words I vainly waste, for thou art cruel and unkind;

Or if some maid of happier fate, more favour’d lives, more lov’d than I, Oh, free me from this anxious state, pronounce my fate and let me die.