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18 I bashfully go,— Who I am, he can't trace; He pinches my cheeks, And he looks in my face.

The town girl now threatens You maidens with war; Her twofold charms pledges Of victory are.

 LOVER IN ALL SHAPES.

be like a fish, Brisk and quick is my wish; If thou cam'st with thy line, Thou wouldst soon make me thine, To be like a fish, Brisk and quick is my wish.

Oh, were I a steed! Thou wouldst love me indeed. Oh, were I a car Fit to bear thee afar! Oh, were I a steed! Thou wouldst love me indeed.

I would I were gold That thy finger might hold! If thou boughtest aught then, I'd return soon again. I would I were gold That thy fingers might hold!

I would I were true, And my sweetheart still new! To be faithful I'd swear, And would go away ne'er. 