Song, pp.191-192.

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To the Tune of, Woes my heart that we shou’d sunder

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A Dieu ye pleasant-sports and plays, 

Farewell each song that was diverting; 

Love tunes my pipe to mournful lays, 

I sing of Delia and Damon’s parting. 

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Long had he lov’d, and long conceal’d 

The dear tormenting pleasant passion, 

Till Delia’s mildness had prevail’d 

On him to shew his inclination. 

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Just as the fair one seem’d to give 

A patient ear to his love story, 

Damon must his Delia leave, 

To go in quest of toilsome glory. 

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Half spoken words hung on his tongue, 

Their eyes refus’d the usual meeting; 

And sighs supply’d their wonted song, 

These charming sounds were chang’d to weeping. 

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Dear idol of my soul, adieu: 

Cease to lament, but ne’er to love me, 

While Damon lives, he lives for you, 

No other charms shall ever move me. 

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Alas! who knows, when parted far 

From Delia, but you may deceive her? 

The thought destroys my heart with care, 

Adieu, my dear, I fear for ever. 

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If ever I forget my vows, 

May then my guardian-angel leave me: 

And more to aggravate my woes, 

Be you so good as to forgive me. 

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