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The fleeting joys of love

But one short moment last;

In pains do constant prove,

Till life’s last moment’s past.

For Sylvia, cruel fair!

The pride of all the vale#

I’ve left my goats and kids,

To stray o’er hill and dale

But she, ungrateful maid!

Heeds not thy tender sighs;

My proffer’d love she scorns,

And to another flies.

The fleeting joys of love, &c.

The maiden-oft’ would vow

Her flame should ardent burn,

While this pure stream should flow,

My fondness she’d return;

My passion’s still the same,

The water still does flow;