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While thus we spent our time by turns,
betwixt our flocks and play,
I envy'd not the fairest dame
though ne'er so rich and gay.
Hard fate that I should banish'd be,
gang heavily and mourn,
because I love the kindest swain,
that ever yet was born.
Adieu! ye Cowden Knows, adieu!
farewel all pleasures there;
Ye gods, restore to me my swain,
is all I crave or care.
The WOMAN'S PRAISE of TEA
Some men do rail against tea,
and say that it makes butter dear,
But let them say all that they will,
it's cheaper than brandy or beer.
They say they make butter with curd,
when the wives do the best they can;
Who is it can blame a good woman,
for doing the best for a man.
By the help of a man we were made,
and over us they were to rule;
The man that denies his wife tea,
has got no more wit than a fool.
There's a penny for a quartern of tea,
a penny for sugar’s the price,
