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[ 4 ] Why ſhould the Peaſant's heart be cold,

When Princes hearts are firm and bold !

They are the head, you are the hand,

"That ſhould defend our Britiſh land:

Go forth with Howe and Elliot true,

The French and Spaniards to ſubdue.

The Fortunate

T was in the merry month of June,

when Nature ſeem'd ſo gay,

It was in the evening late at night,

when maids went forth to play.

Being tired quite of much delight,

a jolly youth and I,

Did quit the plains and took the way.

that leads o'er mountains high.

The pains of love caus’d me to rove,

that was the appointed night,

That we unſeen ſhould paſs the green,

to fee our heart's delight.

Bright Cynthia's beams ſhine in the ſtreams,

ſo kindly did invite,

We met thoſe maids all in the ſhades,

about middle of night.

But my ſweet maid did not appear,

till the fun ſhe brought along;

They both divine alike did ſhine,

who would ſuch power withſtand.