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The MOUNTAINS high.
ONE night on my late rmable.
two miles below Pimry,
I met a farmers daughter
all on the mountains high.
I said my pretty fair maid,
your beauty shines so clear,
That upon these lonely mountains
I'm glad to meet you here.
She said kind sir be civil,
my company forsake,
For in my great opinion,
I believe you're but a rake;
And if my parents they should know,
my file they would destroy,
For keeping of your company,
all on the mountains high.
He says I am no rake,
I'm brought up in venus's train,
I'm seeking for concealments
all in the Judges name.
