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To its own proper Tune. Oung Colin seeks my heart to move. And speaks & talks fo much of love, He’ll hang or drown I fear it. Of pangs and wounds, and pointed darts. Of Cupid’s bow, and bleeding hearts, I vow I cannot bear it. I vow, &c.

He Says I’m pretty, mighty well, And witty too—that’s better still. And senfible, I swear it; But words we know are nought but wind. Unless he’ll freely tell his mind, I vow I cannot bear it.

The shepherd dances blythe and gay, And sweetly on his pipe can play ; I own I like to hear it: But downcaft locks, and hums and ha’s, So sadly pleads the lover’s cause, I vow I cannot bear it.

I with Some friendly nymph or swain, Would bid the bashful boy speak plain, I’d wed him, I declare it: Then pluck up courage like my sex, The honest youth no more I’ll vex, I vow and do declare it.

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