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The garden my love,
If thou wilt approve,
I there can my passion reveal,
How pleasing 'twould be,
My angel, to me?
If love you no longer conceal.
There's music to charm,
Thy bosom 'twill warm,
The ideas of love to possess,
Then Betsy comply,
And do not deny,
This instant your Tommy to bless.
Ye lovers draw near,
My story pray hear,
I will make you in love with the sex,
I whisper'd my mind,
And Betty was kind.
No longer she strives to perplex.
The ev'ning draws on,
And we must be gone,
Each heart now with pleasure o'erflows,
The maxim will shew,
The passion that's true.
If repulsed the stronger it grows.If, &c.
The Maid's Lamentation for a Sailor.
IN the pleasant month of June,
abroad as I did stray.
There I espied a comely maid
dress'd in a rich array.
