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night, as poor Colin lay muſing on bed,

With a heart full of love; and a vaporous head;

To wing the dull hours, and his ſorrows allay,

How ſweetly he ſung of his wedding-day.

O what would I give for a wedding day!

O what would I give for a wedding-day!

Wealth and ambition I’d loſe you away,

With all you can boaſt for a wedding-day.

Should the Heavens bid me aſk, and with freedom implore,

One bliſs for the anguiſh I ſuffr’d before,

For Jeſſy, dear Jeſſy, alone would I pray,

And grasp my whole wiſh on my wedding-day!

Bleſt be the approach of my wedding-day!

I’ll hail my dear nymph on my wedding-day;

Earth ſmiles more charming, & nature more gay,

And happineſs dawns on my wedding-day.

Luna, who equally ſovereign preſides,

O’er hearts of the ladies, and flow of the tides,

Unhappily changes— has changed her mind,

O Fate! cou’d a wife prove e’er conſtant or kind?,

Why was I born to a wedding day?

Curſt, ever curſt be my wedding-day:

Colin, poor Colin, has changed his lay,

And dates all his plagues from his wedding-day,