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 They’ll fill up her health in a bumper,

and cauſe the whole cup to go round,

And they will drink it o'er and o’er,

and chooſe a true lover the morn.

But woes me that e’er I believ’d them,

for oftentimes they charmed me,

They robb’d me of all my treaſure,

my heart and my virginity.

Young men they are glorious creatures,

it’s a pity ſo falſe they were ay,

They’re fickle like weather in winter,

they’ll heat and they’ll cool in a day.

What need I tell it o’er and o’er,

what I in my boſom do find,

They’ll wheedle & cox till you’re ruin’d,

and then all your pleaſure does end.

E Maids of the village attend,

to the ſorrowful tale I now ſpeak,

Oh! refuſe not your comfort to lend,

for my heart is juſt ready to break!

You know my dear Celadon well,

he was ſprightly & handſome & young

On his lips what perſuaſion did dwell?

how melodiouſly ſoft was his ſong?