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E gentle winds that ſoftly blow,

along the verdant plain,

Go whiſper in my Strephon's ear,

his love's return'd again;

In ſweeteſt language tell the youth,

his anguiſh to give o'er;

Ah Gramachree! and we ſhall be

as happy as before.

The daiſy py'd and all the ſweets,

of Nature's flow'ry bed,

Shall join to make a garland meet,

for my dear Strephon's head;

The primroſe pale and vi'lers blue,

I'll add unto the ſtore,

Ah Gramachree! and we ſhall be

as happy as before.

Full many a ſcene of mourning,

thy Molly late has known;

Becauſe my heart its fondneſs kept,

for thee my love alone;

My parents hid me from thy fight,

and ſpurn'd thee from their door;

Ah Gramachree! and now we'll be

as happy as before.

I laid me down upon my bed,

bewailing my fad fate;