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The LADS of the VILLAGE.
While the lads of the village hall merrily ah;sound their tabors, I'll hand thee along,And I say unto thee, that verily, ah!thou and I will be first in the throng.While the lads, &c.
Just then when the swain who last year won the dow'r,with his mates fall the sports have begun,When the gay voice of gladness resounds from each bow'r,& thou long'st in thy heart to make one. While &c.
Those joys which are harmless no mortal can blame,'tis my maxim that youth should be free,And to prove that my words & my deeds were the samebelieve me thou'lt presently see. While &c.
ALLAN WATER.
What numbers shall the muse repeat?what verse be found to praise my Annie?On her ten thousand graces wait,each swain admires and says she's bonny,Since first she trode the happy plain,she set each youthful heart on fire;Each nymph does to her swain complain,that Annie kindles new desire.
This lovely darling dearest care,this new delight, this charming Annie,Like summer's dawn, she's fresh and fair,when Flora's fragrant breezes fan ye.All day the am'rous youths conveen,joyous they sport and play before her:All night, when the no more is seen,in blessful dreams they still adore her.
Among the crowd Amyntor came,he look'd, he lov'd, he bow'd to Annie!His rising sighs express his fame,his words were few, his wishes many.
