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Ysoothing breath'd the sweet-lip'd Air
On pretty Paps, and waved her Hair.
In Vest her Face she wimpled.
On tender Bosom hung the Head.
Tell me, ye gentle Striplings tell!
If suiten Lass so lovely wail?
O tell me! should she, ay or no,
Letten the Air her Vest yblow?
Her slender Vest the Air so blew,
That might see lilly Limbs athro'.
On pretty Paps, and waved her Hair.
In Vest her Face she wimpled.
On tender Bosom hung the Head.
Tell me, ye gentle Striplings tell!
If suiten Lass so lovely wail?
O tell me! should she, ay or no,
Letten the Air her Vest yblow?
Her slender Vest the Air so blew,
That might see lilly Limbs athro'.
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