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DELIA
Delia, that will not kiss,
Is hardly ripe
To glow again at airs
Of shepherd-pipe.
Sing of the flock to-day,
And wait for Love
To storm the simple breast,
And stir the dove.
Is hardly ripe
To glow again at airs
Of shepherd-pipe.
Sing of the flock to-day,
And wait for Love
To storm the simple breast,
And stir the dove.
Touch but her tender waist
And she shall cry!
But Love may come before
Her tears are dry.
Then, shepherd, tune to trees
Your wanton pipe;
Delia, that will not kiss,
Is hardly ripe.
And she shall cry!
But Love may come before
Her tears are dry.
Then, shepherd, tune to trees
Your wanton pipe;
Delia, that will not kiss,
Is hardly ripe.
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