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Yet the unkind one damps my joy,
And cries, I court but to deſtroy,
Can love with ruin tally,
By thoſe dear lips, thoſe eyes I ſwear,
I could all deaths, all torments bear,
Rather than injure Sally.
Come then, Oh! come, thou ſweeteſt far,
Than jeſſamine or roſes are;
Or lilies of the valley,
O follow love and quiet your fear.
I'll guide you to theſe arms my dear,
And make you bleſt in Sally.
The NEW WAY of TALIHO.
With hounds and horn each roſy morn,
let bucks a hunting go,
While all my fancy dwells with Nancy,
while ſhe ſings taliho.
While ſhe ſings taliho, ho, ho, &c.
O ſweet's my life were ſhe my wife,
in ſtation high or low,
Midſt wars alarms, and muſic's charms,
when ſhe ſings taliho. When ſhe, &c.
Altho' the warren be ne'er ſo barren,
it fruitful with her will grow,
It makes violets ſpring and virtue bring,
