The Bad wife/The lass of Richmond Hill

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THE LASS OF RICHMOND HILL.

On Richmond hill there's a lass,
More bright than May-day morn;
Whose charms all other maids surpass.
A rose without a thorn.

This lass so neat with smile so sweet,
Has won my right good will;
I‘d crowns resign to call thee mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond hill.

Ye breezes swift that fan the air,
And wanton thro‘ the grove,
Oh! whisper to my charming fair,
I die for her and love.

How happy will the shepherd be,
Who calls this nymph his own,
O may her choise be fix'd on me,
Mine's fix'd on her alone.

FINIS.