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Whene'er we'd meet,
IVith kisses sweet,
And speeches soft you won me;
The hawthorn bush
Should make you blush,
'Twas there you first undone me.
Your shams and lies ;
Your jokes no more shall jeer me;
A license bring,
And golden ring,
Or never more come near me.
For you have cheated silly Fan, &c.
Qf aspect fair, and temper mild,
My Patty though you see;
When yet a babe, a sweeter child
Ne'er blest a parent's knee. -
The infant flower, for tender care,
Cou'd every joy impart ;
But now a bramble proves, to lear
Her aged father's heart.
Ere round the huge oak, that o'ershadows my mill,
The fond ivy had dared to entwine;
Ere the church was a ruin, that mods on the hill,
Or a rook built her nest on the pine;
Cou'd I trace back the time, a much earlier date,
Since my forefathers toil'd in yon field ;
For the farm I now hold, on your lordship’s estate,
Is the same that my grandfather till'd.
He dying, bequeath'd to his son a good name, Which unsullied descended to me;
For my child I've preserved it, uncrimson'd with shame, And it still from a spot shall be free.
A thousand charms the lover sees
In her he loves, while bolts and keys
Keep two fond hearts asunder;
But soon each envious bar removed,
His passion cools, and why he loved
Is now his cause of wonder.
My heart is yours, you know my mind,
In vain to answer may :
But will you be for ever kind,
For ever and a day?
Your faith, if proof to female wiles,
And beauty’s sweet alluring smiles,
You'll never play the rover;
Nor I of cold neglect accuse,
Or in the lordly husband lose
The fond, the tender lover.
My heart is yours, &c.
VERse for RAlph, in the Vaudeville, after PATTY.
Captain Ralph, my lord will dub me,
Soon I'll mount a huge cockade ;
Mounseer shall powder, queue, and club me,
'Gad, I’ll be a roaring blade.
If Fan shall offer once to snub me,
When in scarlet all array'd,
Or my feyther dare to drub me,
Frown your worst—but who's afraid 2
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