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The lass of the Brow of the hill.

AT the brow of the hill a fair shepherd dwelt, Who the pangs of ambition he heart never felt A few sober maxi un in her head, (bread,  Which was better to her when she eat her brown bread,   For to rife with the lark 'tis condue ye to health,   and to live in a cottage contentment wealth,   Young flower that lived in the valley below,   Who at church and at market was reckon'd a beau   And would oftentimes on her heart to prevail   and would rest his Presfrk to tell her his tale   That with easy addresses so gained her heart,   Being artless herself she suspect no hurt.   He flattered described he kici'd not in stori.   And would he with a grandeur or air of a lord,   Her hand be commended with language well drest,   And enlarged x tarier be fel in his bread,   That with sighs and with tears be softened her mind,   That in down right compassion aluve lb ise ind   But no sooner he dictio in her breuit,   But the height of his paffion hat mom et recard   And now he goes dancing over the vale, 4 h toata of his inquet tu Ruchal Vell, Tho hh fees Nepes but feldom he is always in hafte Whenever he speeaks of her be makes her his jest. Take heed preety virgin infuride How you venture your heart to look or a fmile For youu, Cupid is artful and virgins are art trail, You may find a fal ek we tu cuery For to court you and try you they tr, alth ir kit But now remember the lass at the brow of the hill.