| Wo’as me poor Lass! what mun
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| When on her Eyes,
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| With sighing and wishing,
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| What sayest thou,
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| What shall I do, I’ve lost my Heart,
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| When I was in the low Country,
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| Walk up to Virtue Strait,
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| When first I lay’d Siege to my Chloris,
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| Why alas do you now leave me,
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| When Beauty such as yours,
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| When crafty Fowlers would
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| Who can Dorinda’s Beauty view,
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| When embracing my Friends,
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| Why will Clemene when I gase,
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| Y
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| Ye Commons and Peers,
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| You guess by my wither’d Face,
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| You Friends to Reformation,
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| Young Strephon and Phillis,
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| Young Strephon he has Woo’d
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| You Ladies draw near,
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| You tell me Dick you’ve lately,
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| Your Melancholy’s all a Folly,
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| Z
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| Z—ds Madam return my my Heart,
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