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For dress and show to touch my pride,
my little heart is panting;
But then there’a something else besides,
I soon would find was wantiug,
Then Coliu thou my heart shall gain,
for thou wilt ne’er beguile me:
And grey-hair’d wealth shall plead in vain,
for thou hast most to give me.
My fancy paints thee full of charms,
thou looks so young and tender;
Love beats his new and fond alarms,
to thee I now surrender.
FINIS.
