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IN April, when Primroses paint the sween plain,
And Summer approkching rejoyceth the swain;
The Yellow-hair’d Laddie would oftentimes go
To wilds and deep glens, where the hawthorn-trees grow.
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There, under the shade of an old sacred thorn,
With freedom he sung his loves ev’ning and morn:
He sung with so saft and inchanting a sound,
That Silvans and Fairies unseen danc’d around.
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The shepherd thus sang, Tho’ young Maya be fair,
Her beauty is dash’d with a scornfu’ proud air;
But Susie was handsome, and sweetly could sing,
Her breath like the breezes perfum’d in the spring.
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That Madie in all the gay Bloom of her youth,
Like the moon was unconstant, and never spoke truth:
But Susie was faithful, good-humour’d and free,
And fair as the goddess who sprung from the sea.
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That mamma’s fine daughter, with all her great
Was aukwardly airy, and frequently sow’r: (dow’r,
Then, sighing, he wished, would Parents agree,
The witty sweet Susie his Mistress might be.
