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The JEALOUS LOVER.
A SONG.
When Colin came to see the fair,The door was shut, she was not there;
His jealous heart misgives the swain,
He sighs, but still he won't complain.
Attentive now he plants his ear,
To try if Celia be sincere;
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He heard her say, her legs were cramp'd.
Again he lists, again he's vex'd;
A manly voice he fancies next,
Cry, “Madam, hold your body still,”
Such sounds would any lover kill.
Another voice disturb'd his mind,
“Nay Celia now you're quite unkind;
An easier posture pray assume;
Or else, in troth, I'll quit the room.”
Was ever swain in such a plight?
He knows not how to act aright;
Whether to quit the faithless dame;
Or forcing in, expose her shame.
But while he thus debates, behold,
The maid comes out, the doors unfold;
She's sitting for her picture seen;
The cause of all the chat within.
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