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LL you that would refine your blood, As pure as fam'd Llewellyn, By waters clear, come every year, To drink at Ballyspellin. Though pox or itch your skins enrich With rubies past the telling, 'Twill clear your skin before you've been A month at Ballyspellin. If lady's cheeks be green as leek When she comes from her dwelling, The kindling rose within it glows When she's at Ballyspellin. The sooty brown, who comes from town, Grows here as fair as Helen; Then back she goes, to kill the beaux By dint of Ballyspellin. Our ladies are as fresh and fair As Rose, or bright Dunkelling: And Mars might make a fair mistake, Were he at Ballyspellin. We