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When uſeleſs dogs will all be hang‘d,
and collie dogs gae free, Sir.
THE MAID OF PRIMROSE-HILL.
’TWAS under Primroſe-hill there liv'd,
a ſweet pretty maid,
Not Venus could give more delight,
when you her charms ſurvey’d.
For the lillies fair, and the roſes there,
they did combine, and both entwine,
To form a beauty rare.
This one many ſuitors had,
but treated them with ſcorn,
Till William who could play and dance,
came piping oʻer the lawn;
He ſung ſo ſweet, was dreſſ‘d ſo neat,
that maidens fair, they did declare,
Their love for William great.
Sweet maid of Primroſe-hill, he cry'd,
I come a wooing here,
Then do not you my love reject,
nor treat me too ſevere.
For my heart ſo true is fix‘d on you,
I’ll constant be to only thee,
Thou flower of roſy hue.
