Song, p.32.

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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. 

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