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( 7 ) NIDORDIN on the Mountains high

ONE evening as I rambled, two miles below Primry, t a farmer's daughter. on the mountains high, d my pretty fair maiden, our beauty ſhines melt clear, upon theſe lonely mountains m glad to meet you here d young man be civil, y company forſake, to my great opinion ear you are a rake. il my parents they ſhould know, y life they would deſtroy keeping of your company, on the mountains high. dmy dear I'm no rake t brought up in Venus train, looking out for concealments, in the judge's name, beauty has enſnared me, could not paſs you by with my gun I'll guard you, on the mountains high. pretty little young thing, tell unto amaze,