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 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 to 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 routes, public days,

And yet ſtill I find ſomething a-wanting.

What ſhould it be! but the girl of my heart,

To ſhare thoſe treaſures with we;

And 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

For what is the wealth which the Indies impart

Compared to the girl of my heart?

Then give me the girl of any heart,



OUD roar'd the dreadful thunder;

The rain a deluge ſhow'rs!

The clouds were rent aſunder,

By lightning's vivid pow'rs!