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[7] There's my hand, here's my heart, 'twill never beguile thee.

Bright are thy lovely eyes, thy ſweet lips delighting, Well poliſh'd, thy iv'ry neck, thy round arms inviting, Oft at the milk white churn, with raptures I've ſeen them, But Oh! how I've ſigh'd and wiſh'd, my own arms between them. Take me Jenny, &c.

I have ſtore of ſheep, my love, and goats on the mountain, And water to brew good ale, from yon chryſtal fountain: I've too a pretty Cot, with garden and land to't, But all will be doubly ſweet, when you put a hand 'to't. Take me Jenny, &c.

Ong time I ſerv'd young Roſalind, but when her power ſhe knew, The little tyrant grew unkind, and I my love withdrew.

Now reaſon all my boſom ſway'd, pride fortify'd my ſoul, I ſwore when from her ambuſcade, the little wheedler ſtole.