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 21 Like me, perhaps, she struggles With each feeling of regret; But if she loves as I have loved, She never can forget.

OH, SAY NOT WOMAN'S LOVE IS BOUGIT Oh say not woman's love is bought With vain and empty treasure ; Oh say not woman's heart is caught By every idle pleasure. When first her gentle bosom knows Love's flame, it wanders never : Deep in her heart the passion glows, She loves, and loves for ever. Oh say not woman's false as fair, That like the bee she ranges, Still seeking flowers more sweet and rare. As fickle fancy changes, sweet a Ah no! the love that first can warm, Will leave her bosom never; No second passion e'er can charm. She loves, and loves for ever.

DEAREST MAID, MY HEART IS THINE. Dearest maid, my heart is thine, For ever fond and true; Dearest youth, believe that mine As truly beats for you.