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Air XLIX.— O Bessy Bell.
POLLY.A Curse attend that Woman's Love, Who always would be pleasing.
LUCY.
The Pertness of the billing Dove, Like Tickling, is but teasing.
POLLY.
What then in Love can Woman do;
LUCY.
If we grow fond they shun us.
POLLY.
And when we fly them, they pursue:
LUCY.
But leave us when they've won us.
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