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On my WIFE's BIRTH-DAY.
BALLAD III.
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'Tis Nancy's birth-day—raise your strains,Ye nymphs of the Parnassian plains,
And sing with more than usual glee
To Nancy, who was born for me.
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Tell the blithe Graces as they bound?Luxuriant in the buxom round;
They're not more elegantly free,
Than Nancy, who was born for me.
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Tell royal Venus, tho' she rove,The Queen of the immortal grove;
That she must share her golden fee
With Nancy, who was born for me.
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Tell Pallas, tho' th'Athenian school,And ev'ry trite pedantic fool,
On her to place the palm agree,
'Tis Nancy's, who was born for me.
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Tell spotless Dian, tho' she range,The regent of the up-land grange,
In chastity she yields to thee,
O, Nancy, who wast born for me.
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Tell Cupid, Hymen, and tell Jove,With all the pow'rs of life and love,
That I'd disdain to breathe or be,
If Nancy was not born for me.
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