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( 7 ) See how the brave hunters with courage elate, Fly hedges and ditches, or top the bar’d gate; Borne by their old couriers, no dangers they fear, And give to the winds all vexation and care. Then hark, &c.

Ye Cits for the dance quit the joys of the town. And scorn the dull pleasure of sitting in down, Uncertain your toil, or for honour or wealth, Ours still is repaid with contentment and health. Then hark, &c.

 

To its own proper Tune

IS a twelvemonth a-go nay perhaps they are twain Since Thy fis neglected the nymphs on the plain And would tempt me to walk the gay meadows a-Iong To hear a soft tale or to sing him a song. To hear a soft tale or to sing him a song.

What at first was but friendship, soon grew to a flame In my heart it was love in the youth ’twas the same, From each other our passion we fought not to hide. But who should love most, was our conceit and pride.

But prudence soon whisper’d us love not too well, For envy has eyes and a tongue that will tell, And a flame without fortune's rich gift on it’s side, The grave one’s will learn, and a mother must chide.

Afraid of rebuke, he his visits forbore, And we promis'd to think of each other no more, Or to tarry with patience, a season more kind, So I put the dear Shepherd quite out of my mind.

But love breaks the fences, I vainly had made. Grows deaf to all censure, and will be repaid. If we sigh for each other, Ah, quit not your care, Condemn the god Cupid, but bless the fond pair.

