[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
To the Tune of, Carle and the King come.
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WHen we meet again, Phely,
When we meet again Phely,
Raptures will reward our pain,
And loss result in gain, Phely,
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Long the sport of fortune driv’n
To despair our thoughts were giv’n,
Our odds will all be ev’n, Phely,
When we meet again, Phely, &c.
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Now in dreary distant groves,
Tho’ we moan like turtle-doves,
Suffering best our virtue proves,
And will enhance our loves, Phely,
When we meet again, Phely, &c.
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Joy will come in a surprise,
‘Till its happy hour arise;
Temper will your love-sick sighs,
For hope becomes the wise, Phely.
When we meet again, Phely,
When we meet again, Phely,
Raptures will reward our pain,
And loss result in gain, Phely.
– New Words by Different Hands.