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I’LL range around the shady bowers,
And gather all the sweetest flowers;
I’ll strip the garden and the grove,
To make a garland for my love.
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When in the sultry heat of day,
My thirsty nymph does panting lay,
I’ll hasten to the fountains brink,
And drain the stream that she may drink.
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At night, when she shall weary prove,
A grassy bed I’ll make my love,
And with green boughs I’ll form a shade,
That nothing may her rest invade.
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And whilst dissolv’d in sleep she lyes,
Myself shall never close these eyes;
But gazing still with fond delight,
I’ll watch my charmer all the night.
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And then, as soon as chearful day
Dispells the gloomy shades away,
Forth to the forest I’ll repair,
And find provision for my fair.
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Thus will I spend the day and night,
Still mixing pleasure with delight;
Regarding nothing I endure,
So I can ease for her procure.
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But if the maid whom thus I love,
Shou’d e’er unkind and faithless prove,
I’ll seek some dismal distant shore,
And never think of woman more.
