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COME WOOE ME AT YOUR LEISURE.
SONG XXVI.
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As I walk'd through yon fragrant grove,The harvest sun sunk weary;
When blooming 'mang the flow'ry banks,
Came buxom Bess, my deary.
Deep in my heart her lillie foot
Beat love's delicious measure;
And blythsome smiled her full blue eyes,
“Come wooe me at your leisure.”
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Her lovesome shape, and rosie cheek,Confess'd my winsome charmer;
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My heart set throbbing warmer.
Loose to the wind, her hazle hair
Hung want'ning at its pleasure,
While love said laughing in her looks,
“Come wooe me at your leisure.”
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Mute, rapture strook, her hand I took,Down by yon murm'ring river;
That happy hour, in shady bower,
Shall I forget it?—Never.
Bright woke the sun from golden clouds,
And gazed with conscious pleasure;
While blythesome blink'd my lovesome Bess,
“Come wooe me at your leisure.”
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