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Young men they are glorious creatures,
it's a pity so false they were ay,
They’re fickle like weather in Winter,
they’ll heat and they’ll cool in a day.
What need I tell't over and over,
what I in my bosom do find,
They'll wheedle and cox till you're rnin'd,
and then all your pleasures do end.
SEND home my heart and eyes to me,
which ah! too long have dwelt on the thee
But if from thee they’ve learn’d such ill,
To sweetly smile,
And then beguile,
Keep the deceivers, keep them still.
Send home my harmless heart again,
Which no unworthy thought could stain ;
But if it has been taught by mine,
To forfeit both
Its word and oath,
Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine.
Yet send me home my heart and eyes,
That I may see and know thy lies,
And laugh one day perhaps when thou
Shall grieve for one
Thy love will scorn,
And prove as false as thou art now.
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Printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802.
