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SSIST me, ev'ry tuneful bard,

oh lend me all your ſkill;

In choiceſt lays, that I may praiſe,

ſweet Nanny of the hill,

ſweet Nanny of the hill.

How gay the glitt'ring beam of morn,

that gilds the cryſtal rill!

But far more bright than morning light,

ſhines Nanny of the hill. Dear, etc.

The gayeſt flower, ſo fair of late,

the ev'ning damps will kill;

But every day more freſh and gay,

blooms Nanny of the hill.blooms, etc.

Old Time arreſts his rapid flight,

and keeps his motion ſtill,

Reſolved to ſpare a face ſo fair,

as Nanny of the hill.as Nanny, etc.

To form my Charmer, Nature has

exerted all her ſkill,

Wit, Beauty, Truth and roſy Youth,

deck Nanny of the hill.deck, etc.

And now around the feſtive board,

the jovial bumper fill,

Each take his glaſs to my dear laſs,

ſweet Nanny of the hill.

Dear Nanny of the hill.