Goldfinch (1)/The Lass of Richmond Hill

The Lass Of Richmond Hill.

On Richmond Hill there lives a lass,
More bright than May-day morn,
Whose charms all other maids surpass,
A rose without a thorn.
This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will:
I'd crowns resign to call her mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.

Ye zephyrs gay that fan the air,
And wanton through the grove,
O, wisper to my charming fair,
I die for her I love.
This lass so neat, &c.

How happy will the shepherd be,
Who calls this nymph his own!
O, may her choice be fixed on me.
Mine's fix'd on her alone.
This lass so neat, &c.

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