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( 6 ) Yet the unkind one damps my joy, And cries, I court but to deſtroy, Can love with ruin tally, By thoſe dear lips, thoſe eyes I ſwear, I could all deaths, all torments bear, Rather than injure Sally.

Come then, Oh! come, thou ſweeteſt far, Than jeſſamine or roſes are; Or lilies of the valley, O follow love and quiet your fear. I'll guide you to theſe arms my dear, And make you bleſt in Sally.

T NEW WAY TALIHO.

ith hounds and horn each roſy morn, let bucks a hunting go, While all my fancy dwells with Nancy, while ſhe ſings taliho. While ſhe ſings taliho, ho, ho, &c.

O ſweet's my life were ſhe my wife, in ſtation high or low, Midſt wars alarms, and muſic's charms, when ſhe ſings taliho. When ſhe, &c.

Altho' the warren be ne'er ſo barren, it fruitful with her will grow, It makes violets ſpring and virtue bring, when ſhe ſings taliho. When ſhe, &c.