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THE FAIREST FLOWER.
Music be Lee.
I have plucked the sweetest flower,
I have dreamed in Fancy's tower
I have basked in Beauty's eyes,
I have mingled melting sighs;
If all these sweets to hive,
I'm the guiltiest man alive.
But, gentle maids, believe,
I never can deceive,
Nor eause your breast to heave
With a sad heigh ho!
But to raise in Beauty's frame,
The burning blush of shame,
Or bid the tear to start,
Far be it from my heart;
Such base attempts I scorn,
for To honour I was born.
Then, gentle maidens, spare
The heart you thus ensnare,
Or the willow I must wear!
With a sad heigh ho!
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MY LUTE IT HAS BUT ONE SWEET SONG,
Ballad Sung by Miss Love. Written, and Music composed, by J. Augustine Wade, Esq.-The idea of this Song is acknowledged, by its author, to have been derived from the Greek Poet Anacreon.
My lute it has but one sweet song,
And that is love, dear love,
No other sounds will e'er belong
To its soft voice, but love.
From morn's first ray
To set of day,
Where'er I chance to rove,
Its chords will sigh
No melody
But love, dear love.
