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A SONG.

[Give o'er my Fidelius, my Fidelius give o'er]

Give o'er my Fidelius, my Fidelius give o'er,
Since Menælus your Father dislikes our Amour,
In silence let us our misfortunes deplore.
Not that his fair Flocks or green Pastures so wide,
He will betwixt Sylvia and Damon divide,
But that duty forbids thee to make me thy Bride.
And if for our duty we suffer well here,
Heav'n shall for such Lovers choice Blessings prepare,
Honey-moon shall eternally wait on us there.