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HE hearth was clean, the clear,

the kettle on for tea;

anger was in his elbow-chair,

as bleſs'd as man could be.

Marinda. who his heart poſſeſs'd,

and was his new-made bride,

With head elate upon his breaſt,

fat toying by his ſide.

ſtretch'd at his feet, in happy ſtate,

a favourite dog was laid;

By whom a little ſportive cat,

in wanton humour play'd.

Marinda's hand he gently preſsed,

the ſtole an amorous kiſs,

And bluſhing modeſty confeſs'd

the fulneſs of her bliſs.

e this eternity, he cry'd,

and let no more be given;

Continue thus my fire-ſide,

I ask no more of Heaven.

 

I hae loſt my ſilken ſnood,

that tied my hair ae yellow;

I've gi'en my heart to the lad I loo'd,

he was a gallant fellow.