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Now he’s held his bridle-reins till he came down,
And then he convey’d them to a fine room;
With the finest of spirits they drank a fine toss,
And the son and the father drank both in one glass.
EDWARD AND BETSY
YOung Edward was faithful, & Betsy was true,
when war call’d her soldier away,
She parted in tears, and he sigh’d out adieu,
and they never more met from that day.
For courage,with Edward there’s few could compare,
but his foes would not favour the brave,
When dying, his Betsy alone was his care,
he blest her, then sunk to his grave.
The wars were all over, still constant her heart,
now expected her soldier’s return,
Poor maiden, how wilt thou survive the keen smart,
thy Edward in tears thou' wilt mourn.
The news soon arriv’d that her foldier was slain,
O Edward ! She faultering cry’d,
We’ll meet in a world where we’ll ne’er part again,
then fainting, she droop’d and she dy’d.
O DEAR! I’M SO PLEAS’D.
When Strephon appears, how my heart pit a pat,
shews the tender emotion with which it is seiz’d,
To the the shepherd’s bewitching gay innocent chat,
I could listen for ever, O dear! I’m so pleas’d.
My grandmother frowns, & protests I’m too young,
with the lesson of Cupid to soon to be teaz’d,
But so sweet is the honey that falls from his tongue,
I laugh at my grandmam, O dear! I'm so pleas’d.
