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 From the ſhore's pleaſant dreams to the banks of the Lee,

The peer of my Damon I never could ſee:

His looks were ſo pleaſant, ſo chearful and gay:

He charms the nymphs in the merry month of May.

He ſung ſo harmonious which made the vallies ring,

And the birds is ſweet concert melodiouſly ſing:

The nymphs & young ſwains all crowd from afar,

And thought themſelves happy while my ſhepherd was near.

Let mirth, joy and pleaſure, in vallies ne'er be ſeen,

Let nymphs & young ſhepherds no more grace the green,

Let the lark and linnet no more ſtrain their throats,

Or charm the bowers with their ſoft melting notes.

Let Flora's gay mantle no more grace the grove,

'Till the happy day of the return of my love:

Then all our paſt pleaſures we'll renew once again,

And above all my pleaſures, I'll crown him my ſwain



