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 And every day in all the pride

Of Sunday clothes I shone:

For this I set my cap on high,

And curl'd my flowing hair;

And, more to fix the wandering eye,

I left my bosom bare.

Too well, alas! my wish succeeds;

Attracted by my charms,

The youth his fervent passion pleads,

And clasps me in his arms.

He swore by every name in heav'n

He'd take me for his wife:

And as he hop'd his sins forgiv'n,

Would love me all his life.

While thus he press'd my bosom hard.

He breath'd an humble pray'r,

That I would instantly reward

A passion so sincere.

His soft caresses sooth'd my mind,

And virtue lull'd asleep;

My guardian angel staid behind,

And turn'd aside to weep.

Full many, many months he lov'd

With unabated fire,

And full enjoyment only prov'd

Creative of desire.