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ſhould it pleaſe the pitying P(illegible text)ers,
to call me to the (illegible text)
I'd claim a Guardia angel's charge,
around my love to fly.
To guard him from all dangers;
how happy ſhould I be!
For I love my love, becauſe I know
my love loves me.
I'll make a ſtrawy garlard,
I'll make it wond'rous fine;
With roſes lillies, daffies.
I'll mix the eglantine :
And I'll preſent it to my love.
when he returns from ſea
For I love my love, becauſe I know
my love loves me.
O! if I was a little bird
to build upon his breaſt;
Or if I was a nightingale,
to ſing my love to reſt;
To gaze upon his lovely eyes,
all my reward ſhould be:
For I love my love, becauſe I know
my love loves me.
O! if I were an eagle,
to ſoar into the ſky :
I'd gaze around with piercing eyes,
Where I my love might spy:
