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7 There's many a one with flattering tongue,

Of high and of low degree;

But he that is both merry and young

Is the brisk young man for me.

There's, &c.

Last time I wed a husband old,

About fourscore or more;

But then his purse was lin'd with gold,

Which woman-kind adore.

He's dead and gone to his narrow home,

So then let him quiet be;

And now my heart is free to roam,

So a brisk young man for me.

There's, &c.



 I'VE DREAMT THAT THOU ART FADING.

I've dreamt that thou art fading,

If thou'rt fading, love, for me

O resume thy early beauty,

For I am not false to thee.

The feelings that pervade thee,

May have touch'd this heart as sore;

Yet thy charms have ever bade me

Behold thee, and adore.

I've mov'd among the many

Who were beautiful and gay,

And since last mine eyes beheld thee,

I have wander'd far away.