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The garden my love,
If thou wilt approve,
I there can my passion reveal,
How pleasing 'twould be,
My angel, to me?
If love you no longer conceal.If, &c.
There's music to charm,
Thy bosom ’twill warm,
The ideas of love to possess,
Then Betsy comply,
And do not deny,
This instant your Tommy to bless.&c.
Ye lovers draw near,
My story pray hear,
I will make you in love with the sex,
I whisper’d my mind,
And Betty was kind.
No longer she strives to perplexNo, &c.
The ev’ning draws on,
And we must be gone,
Each heart now with pleasure o'erflows,
The maxim will shew,
The passion that’s true.
If repulsed the stronger it grows.If, &c.
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STEER HER up, and ha'd HER gaw'n,
O Steer her up, and ha'd her gawn,
her mither's at the mill, jo;
But gin the winna tak a man,
e'en let her tak her will, jo,
