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And courtly grandeur bright
The fancy may delight,
But never, never can come near the heart.
The fancy may delight,
But never, never can come near the heart.
But did you see my dearest Chloris,
In simplicity's array;
Lovely as yonder sweet op'ning flower is,
Shrinking from the gaze of day.
O then the heart alarming,
And all resistless charming,
In Love's delightful fetters she chain the willing soul,
Ambition would disown
The world's imperial crown,
Even avarice would deny
His worshipp'd deity,
And feel through every vein love's raptures roll
In simplicity's array;
Lovely as yonder sweet op'ning flower is,
Shrinking from the gaze of day.
O then the heart alarming,
And all resistless charming,
In Love's delightful fetters she chain the willing soul,
Ambition would disown
The world's imperial crown,
Even avarice would deny
His worshipp'd deity,
And feel through every vein love's raptures roll
WHAT AILS YOU PATE.
Tune—For a' that, an' a' that.
What ails yon now my daintie Pate,
Ye winna wed an' a' that?
Say are ye fley'd or are ye blate,
To tell your love an' a' that.
To kiss and clap an' a' that,
O fy for shame an' a' that,
Ye winna wed an' a' that?
Say are ye fley'd or are ye blate,
To tell your love an' a' that.
To kiss and clap an' a' that,
O fy for shame an' a' that,
