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 [ 3 ] With roſes, lillies, dailies, I'd mix the Eglantine ; And I'll preſent it to my love, When he returns from ſea, For I love my love becauſe I know, My love loves me. O if I were a little bird, To build upon his breaſt, Or if I was a nightingale, To ſing my lore to rest ; To gaze upon his lovely eyes, All my reward ſhould be, For I love my love becauſe I know, My love loves me. O if I was an eagle. to ſoar into the ſky, I'd gaze around, with piercing eyes, Where I my love night ſpy; But an! unhappy maiden! That love you ne'er ſhall ſee, Yet I love my love becauſe I know, My love loves me.

THE FEMALE ROBBER YE females of every ſtation. Give car to my frolick ſome ſong, The like was ne'er know in the nation, Twas done by a female lo young.