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454 WAY; let nought to Love displeasing, My Winifreda, move your Care; Let nought delay the heav'nly Blessing, Nor squeamish Pride, nor gloomy Fear.

What tho' no Grants of Royal Donors With pompous Titles grace our Blood? We'll shine in more substantial Honours, And, to be Noble, we'll be good.

Through Youth and Age, in Love excelling, We'll hand in hand together tread; Sweet-smiling Peace shall crown our dwelling, And babes, sweet-smiling babes, our bed.

And, when with envy Time transported Shall think to rob us of our Joys; You'll, in your Girls, again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my Boys.

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F all the girls that are so smart There's none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.