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74
CLARINDA'S BEAUTY
The tree may win the stripling
With its clusters round and red,
And a shepherdess may languish
Till his silly mouth is fed;
But Clarinda has an orchard
Where sweet circles grow for me,
And no shepherd, though he covet,
Dares approach my cherry-tree!
With its clusters round and red,
And a shepherdess may languish
Till his silly mouth is fed;
But Clarinda has an orchard
Where sweet circles grow for me,
And no shepherd, though he covet,
Dares approach my cherry-tree!
The mistress airs her velvet
Ev'ry Sunday down the aisle
As the sunburnt farmers titter,
And the saucy milkmaids smile;
Though it cost a mort of money
And can make the children stare,
'Tis a thistle to the softness
That Clarinda's cheek doth wear.
Ev'ry Sunday down the aisle
As the sunburnt farmers titter,
And the saucy milkmaids smile;
Though it cost a mort of money
And can make the children stare,
'Tis a thistle to the softness
That Clarinda's cheek doth wear.
75
But when my sweetheart dangles
In the Avon as it goes
Her feet, and cattle ponder
On the marvel of her hose,
Not a virgin ever trusted
Such a comely white as this
To the chilly river fingers,
And for water-lips to kiss!
In the Avon as it goes
Her feet, and cattle ponder
On the marvel of her hose,
Not a virgin ever trusted
Such a comely white as this
To the chilly river fingers,
And for water-lips to kiss!
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