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My dearest creature,
Pride of all nature.
Your lovely features my dear will cheer,
All grief will cease,
Your joys increase,
We'll live in peace, my sweet Molly dear.
A HUNTING SONG
WITH early horn salute the morn,
That gilds this charming place;
With cheerful cries bid echo rise,
And join the jovial chase
The vocal hill around,
The waving woods
The Chrystal floods
Return the enliv'ning sound.
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