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To the Tune of, The broom of Cowdenknows.
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SUbjected to the pow’r of love,
By Nell’s resistless charms,
The fancy fixt no more can rove,
Or fly love’s soft alarms.
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Gay Damon had the skill to shun
All traps by Cupid laid,
Untill his freedom was undone
By Nell the conquering maid.
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But who can stand the force of love
When she resolves to kill?
Her sparkling eyes love’s arrows prove,
And wound us with our will.
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O happy Damon, happy fair,
What Cupid has begun,
May faithful Hymen take a care
To see it fairly done.
– New Words by Different Hands.
