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Some things in view may turn a prize,
til it fill my love-ſick arms.
No curſed gold, no beauty bright,
ſhall ever gain him from me,
But like the turtle I ſhall remain,
'till he returns unto me.
No coſtly robes, no beds of down,
ſhall make me to ſurrender;
Although we part he has my heart
on board the Cambridge Tender.
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The JOYS of the HARVEST.
COME all ye Lads and Laſſes,
together let us go,
Into ſome pleaſant corn-field,
our courage for to ſhow.
With the edge of our ſickles,
ſo brave we clear the land?
Work on my boys the Farmer cries,
here's liquor at command.
With a good old leathern bottle,
and beer that is to brown,
We ſtrip and reap together,
while bright Phœbus does go down:
So early in the morning,
the birds begin to ſing,
Such echoes of ſweet harmony,
make all the groves to ring.
And in comes pretty Nancy,
her colour for to raiſe,