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BONNY BELL
In fair Edina dwelt a maid,
not of high birth, nor low,
'Tis not material when, I trow,
but 'tis not long ago
Howe’er this laſs of lsſſes was
much for her beauty fam’d;
Each foppiing that could read or write,
her praiſe in verſe proclaim'd;
CHORUS
This Maid ſhe was a virgin fair,
none could her charms excel!
No rose on Sharon’s vale could e'er
compare with Bonny Bell!
For her full long did Strephon whine,
for her he rack'd his breaſt;
But no fond flatter could engage
this Helen of the weſt.
Ignaro next the fair addreſs'd
he too a paſſion feign’d ;
Plutus in vain did argue his ſuit,
But both the maid diſdain'd.
