 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
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DANCING GAYLY.
Sweet the hour, when, freed from labor,
Lads and lasses thus convene,
To the merry pipe and tabor,
Dancing gayly on the green.
To the merry pipe and tabor,
Dancing gayly on the green.
Lads and lasses thus convene,
To the merry pipe and tabor,
Dancing gayly on the green.
To the merry pipe and tabor,
Dancing gayly on the green.
Nymphs, with all their native graces,
Swains with every charm to win,
Sprightly steps, and smiling faces,
Tell of happy hearts within.
Sweet the hour, when, freed from labor, &c.
Swains with every charm to win,
Sprightly steps, and smiling faces,
Tell of happy hearts within.
Sweet the hour, when, freed from labor, &c.
Blest with plenty, here the farmer
Toils for those he loves alone,
While some pretty smiling charmer,
Like the land, is all his own.
Sweet the hour, when, freed from labor, &c.
Toils for those he loves alone,
While some pretty smiling charmer,
Like the land, is all his own.
Sweet the hour, when, freed from labor, &c.
Though a tear for prospects blighted,
May, at times, unbidden flow,
Yet the heart will bound delighted,
Where such kindred bosoms glow.
Sweet the hour, when, freed from labor, &c.
May, at times, unbidden flow,
Yet the heart will bound delighted,
Where such kindred bosoms glow.
Sweet the hour, when, freed from labor, &c.
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