AMATORY SONGS. And there aJa? ! and lack-a-day ! {?{eneath some pine I'll pine away-- Heigho ! heigho; THE GARLAND OF LOVE. How sweet am the flowers that grow by yon fountains And sweet am the cowslips that spangle the And sweet is the breeze that blows o'er tim moun?in, But sweeter by'far is the Is4 that I love. I'll weave a gay garland, a fresh bloommj gnrlnnd, With Illlies and roses and sweet blooming posies, To give to the lad my heart,my heart,tells me I love. It was down in the glade where sweet 'Larza gliding, In murmuring sireams ripple through the dark grove, I owl?'d what I felt, all my passions confining, To cease the fond sigh for the lad that I love. Then 1'11 weave, &c. WILL YOU COME TO THE BOWEi? W, LL you come to the bow'r I have shaded for you, Your bed shall be roses bespangied with dew; Will you, will yo,, will you, will you, Como to the bow'r .? Them under the bow'r on soft roses you l{e, With a blush on your cheek but a 8mil? in your ?ye, Will you, will you, &c. Smile my belov'd ? But the roses we press shall not rival your lip, Nor the dew be so sweet as the kisses we'll sip. Will you, will you, &c.. Kiss me, my love ? And O! for the joys that are sweeter than From languishing roses or ki?$?s from you. ili you, will you, &e. not you my love } 0,?,?,?Google
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