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SONG the Eighth.
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That Jenny's my friend, my delight, and my pride,I always have boasted, and seek not to hide;
I dwell on her praises wherever I go,
They say I'm in love, but I answer no, no.
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At ev'ning oft-times with what pleasure I seeA note from her hand, "I'll be with you at tea!"
My heart how it bounds, when I hear her below!
But say not 'tis love, for I answer no, no.
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She sings me a song, and I echo each strain,Again I cry, Jenny! sweet Jenny, again!
I kiss her soft lips, as if there I could grow,
And fear I'm in love, though I answer no, no.
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She tells me her faults, as she sits on my knee,I chide her, and swear she's an angel to me:
My shoulder she taps, and still bids me think so;
Who knows but she loves, though she tells me no, no?
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Yet such is my temper, so dull am I grown,I ask not Her heart, but would conquer my own:
Her bosom's soft peace shall I seek to o'erthrow,
And wish to persuade, while I answer no, no?
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From beauty, and wit, and good-humour, ah! whyShould prudence advise, and compel me to fly?
Thy bounties, O Fortune! make haste to bestow,
And let me deserve her, or still I say no.
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