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L YOU COME TO THE BOWER?

come to the bow'r I have shaded for you, hall be roses bespangled with dew; Will you, will you, will you, will you, Come to the bow'r ?

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CHERRY-CHEEK PATTY.

Down in yon village I live so snug,
They call me Giles the ploughman's boy;
Through words and o'er stiles, as I trudge many miles,
I whistle, I whistle, and whoop, gee woo, Jerry.
My work being done, to the lawn there I fly,
Where the lads at the lasses all look very sly;
And I'ze deeply in love with a girl, it is true,
And I know what I know, but I munna tell you
But I'll whistle, I'll whistle, for of all the girls I e'er
did see,

O, cherry-cheek Patty for me.

Though the squire so great, so happy may'nt be
As poor simple Giles the ploughman's boy;

No matters of state ever addle my pate,

But I'll whistle, I'll whistle,and whoop, gee woo, Jerry.
Now cherry-cheek Patty she lives in a vale,

Whom I help'd o'er the style with her milking pail;
And Patty has a like notion for me,

is true,

And I know what I know, but I munna tell you :
But I'll whistle, &c.

I'ze able and strong, and willing to work,
And when the lark rises off tradges I;
The cows up I call, and harness old Ball,

I whistle, I whistle, and whoop, gee woo, Jerry.
Then I'ze fifty good shillings, my luck has been such,
And-a lad's not be grinned at that's gotten so much.
And when that I'ın married to Patty so true,

I know what I know, but munna tell you:

But I'll whistle, &c.

MORGIANA.

AH! what is the bosom's commotion,
In a sea of suspense while 'tis tost !

While the heart in our passion's wild ocean
Feels even hope's anchor is lost,
Morgiana, thou art my dearest,

For thee have I languish'd, and griev'd !
And when hope to my bosom was nearest,
How oft has that hope been deceiv'd.
Morgiana, my hope was deceiv'd.

The storm of despair is blown over,
No more by its vapor depress'd;
I laugh at the clouds of a lover,

With the sunshine of joy in my breast.
Love made by a parent my duty,

To the wish of my heart now arrived
I bend to the power of beauty,

And ev'ry fond hope is reviv'd.
Morgiana, my hope is reviv'd.

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THE shadows of eve 'gan to steal o'er the plain,
To Eliza my heart I confess'd,

Love sanction'd the moment, she smil'd on my pain,
On her lip a soft kiss I impress'd;

I saw her warm cheek like heav'n's canopy glow,
When Aurora empurples the morn;

She loves me, oh ! Heav'n, let me never forego,
The faith on her lips I have sworn.

This bosom though fervid with youth and with health,
In all else shall persuasion control;

Bid me fly from the charms of ambition and wealth,
Or the joys of the bright sparkling bowl:

But Eliza, dear maid! till in earth I'm laid low,
In my heart shall her image be borne,

While she loves me, by Heav'n, I will never forego
The faith on her lips I have sworn

THE BEAUTIFUL MAID.

WHEN absent from her whom my soul holds most dear What a n.edley of passions invade !

In this bosom what anguish, what hope and what fear,
I endure for my beautiful maid!

In vain I seek pleasure to lighten my grief,
Or quit the gay throng for the shade,
Nor retirement nor solitude yield me relief,
When away from my beautiful maid.

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I'D BE A BUTTERFLY.

I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses, and lillies, and violets meet;
Roving forever from flower to flower,

And kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet.
I'd never languish for wealth or for power,
I'd never sigh to see slaves at my feet;
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,

Kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet,

I'd be a butterfly, I'd be a butterfly,

Kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet.

Oh, could I pilfer the wand of a fairy,

I'd have a pair of those beautiful wings;

Their summer day's ramble is sportive and airy,
They sleep in a rose when the nightingale sings
Those who have wealth must be watchful and wary,
Power, alas! nought but misery brings;
I'd be a butterfly, sportive and airy,

Rock'd in a rose when the nightingale sings,

I'd be a butterfly, I'd be a butterfly,

Rock'd in a rose when the nightingale sings.

What, tho' you tell me each gay little rover Shrinks from the breath of the first autumn day; Surely t'is better when summer is over,

To die when all fair things are fading away;

Some in life's winter may toil to discover
Means of procuring a weary delay.
I'd be a butterfly, living a rover,

Dying when fair things are fading away.
I'd be a butterfly, I'd be a butterfly,

Dying when fair things are fading away.

I'LL LOVE THEE EVER DEARLY.
LET others breathe the melting sigh,
And swear they love to madness;
To them I leave the tearful eye,
And all love's sober sadness.

No tender vows and pray'rs are mine,
But this I swear sincerely,
While truth and honest love are thine,
I'll love thee ever dearly.

Then lady, though I scorn the wiles
Which love too oft discovers,

Ne'er spurn the heart that woos in smiles,
For smiles are made for lovers.

And though no tender vows are mine,
Yet this I swear sincerely,
While truth and honest love are thine,
I'll love thee ever dearly.

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I CANNOT STAY A MINUTE.

Now where so fast? a young man said
To her he lov'd, one day,

When she, with blushes, turn'd her head,
And cried, don't stop me, pray;
But why this hurry? he replied,
As blithe as any linnet;

Yet still the pretty Emma cried,
I cannot stay a minute.

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