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I told a sweet damsel a tender soft tale,

Each eve as we sat in the shade,

In hopes that in time my fond suit might prevail,

For she was a delicate maid.

I said that my love was so ardent and true,

that nothing my passion could cure;

''But only  Ab! what will you do?''

tis a pity indeed, to be sure.

I play'd on my pipe and sung a soft song,

the sentiments warm from my heart;

See listen'd attentive, but then ere twas long,

declar'd it was time to .

I press'd her white hand with a languishing smile.

and said Pity the pangs I endure!

But no other answer gain all the while,

than tis pity indeed to be sure.

At length little Cupid assisted my plan,

to soften the nymph to my mind;

My wishes to crown and my heart more trepan,

she soon became tender and kind.

To clurchchurch [sic] the next day she consented to go,

suspense I no longer endure,

For wedlock s the greatest delight we can know,

'tis charming indeed, to be sure.