Song, p.201.

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To the Tune of, BOOTH’s Minuet


FAIR, sweet and young, receive a prize, 

Reserv’d for your victorious eyes: 

From crowds whom at your feet you see, 

Oh! pity, and distinguish me. 


No graces can your form improve; 

But all are lost unless you love: 

If that dear passion you disdain, 

Your charms and beauty are in vain. 

Authors Unknown

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