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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 thee mine,
ſweet laſs of Richmond-hill.
Ye zephyrs gay that fan the air,
and wanton thro' the grove,
Oh! whiſper to my charming fair;
I die for her in love.
How happy will the ſhepherd be,
who calls this nymph his own!
Oh! may her choice be fix'd on me,
mine's fix'd on her alone.
WILLY & NELLY.
On a bank of flowers one ſummer's day;
for ſummer's lightly dreſs'd,
The youthful blooming Nelly lay,
with love aud ſleep oppreſs'd;
