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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 cur Britiſh land;

Go forth with Howe and Elliot true,

The Freech and Spaniards to ſubdue.

The YOUNG FARMER.

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 ſee our heart's delight.

Bright Cynthia's beams ſhone in the ſtreams,

ſo kindly did invite,

We met thoſe maids all in the ſhades,

about the middle of the night.

But my ſweet maid did not appear,

'till the fun ſhe brought along;

They both divine alike did ſhine,

who could ſuch power withſtand?