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YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, | |
Her blush is like the morning, | |
The rosy dawn, the springing grass, | |
With early gems adorning. | |
Her eyes outshine the radiant beams | 5 |
That gild the passing shower, | |
And glitter oer the crystal streams, | |
And cheer each freshning flower. | |
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Her lips, more than the cherries bright, | |
A richer dye has graced them; | 10 |
They charm th admiring gazers sight, | |
And sweetly tempt to taste them; | |
Her smile is as the evening mild, | |
When featherd pairs are courting, | |
And little lambkins wanton wild, | 15 |
In playful bands disporting. | |
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Were Fortune lovely Peggys foe, | |
Such sweetness would relent her; | |
As blooming spring unbends the brow | |
Of surly, savage Winter. | 20 |
Detractions eye no aim can gain, | |
Her winning powrs to lessen; | |
And fretful Envy grins in vain | |
The poisond tooth to fasten. | |
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Ye Powrs of Honour, Love, and Truth, | 25 |
From evry ill defend her! | |
Inspire the highly-favourd youth | |
The destinies intend her: | |
Still fan the sweet connubial flame | |
Responsive in each bosom; | 30 |
And bless the dear parental name | |
With many a filial blossom. | |
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