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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 o’er the crystal streams, | |
| And cheer each fresh’ning flower. | |
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| Her lips, more than the cherries bright, | |
| A richer dye has graced them; | 10 |
| They charm th’ admiring gazer’s sight, | |
| And sweetly tempt to taste them; | |
| Her smile is as the evening mild, | |
| When feather’d pairs are courting, | |
| And little lambkins wanton wild, | 15 |
| In playful bands disporting. | |
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| Were Fortune lovely Peggy’s foe, | |
| Such sweetness would relent her; | |
| As blooming spring unbends the brow | |
| Of surly, savage Winter. | 20 |
| Detraction’s eye no aim can gain, | |
| Her winning pow’rs to lessen; | |
| And fretful Envy grins in vain | |
| The poison’d tooth to fasten. | |
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| Ye Pow’rs of Honour, Love, and Truth, | 25 |
| From ev’ry ill defend her! | |
| Inspire the highly-favour’d 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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