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And with tremb'ling hands (oh, the simple swain,)
Her glowing bosom press'd
Then the virgin wak'd and affrighted flew,
Yet look'd as wishing he would pursue,
With a fa, la, la, &c.
But Damon miss'd his cue.
Now repenting that he had let her fly,
Himself he thus accus,d:
What a dull and stupid thing was I,
That such a chance abus'd!
To my shame 'twill now on the plains he said,
Damon a virgin sleep betray'd,
With a fa,la, la, &c.
Yet let her go a maid.
GAILY STILL.
Gaily still the moments roll
While I quaff the flowing bowl,
Care can never reach the soul,
That deeply drinks of Wine,
That deeply drinks of Wine,
Care can never reach the soul,
That deeply, deeply drinks of Wine.
See the Lover pale with grief
Bind his brows with willow leaf,
