Song CII., p.349.

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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. 

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