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[From White's and Will's]
I
From White's and Will'sTo purling rills
The love-sick Strephon flies;
There, full of woe,
His numbers flow,
And all in rhyme he dies.
II
The fair coquett,With feign'd regret,
Invites him back to town;
But, when in tears
The youth appears,
She meets him with a frown.
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III
Full oft' the maidThis prank had play'd,
'Till angry Strephon swore,
And, what is strange,
Tho' loth to change,
Would never see her more.
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