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He, who for ever,
Wou’d hope for favour,
He must endeavour
To charm the fair:
He dances, he dances,
He da-a-a-a-a-ances,
He sighs, and glances,
He makes advances,
He sings, and dances,
And mends his air.
Song CII., p.349.
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