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[O sweet are the smiles of my light hearted Phebe]
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O sweet are the smiles of my light hearted Phebe
As she goes milking journeys o'er meadow and more
She'd make ye grow dizzy as nectar o' Hebe
Though ye ne're had a drop of the licquor before
As sweet are her cheeks as the crimson eye'd morning
That open their lids on the dewy pearled hill
Than violet and primrose the coppice adorning
Her eyes and her cheeks are more lovelier still
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Her bosom seems softer than softest of pillows
The softest of down's not so white as its hue
The snowy rimmed daisey laughing under the willows
Is dull when compared to't—tho pearly wi' dew
O dear what a face and a bosom has Pheby
The violets and lily's were never so fair
If maidens could all be such beauties as she be
I'd throw down my pen and give way to despair
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But none seem so lovely and handsome as Pheby
And none shew such faces bright eyes and fine hair
I praised her red cheeks—my heart jumped to hear Pheby
She said you may kiss the first rose you see there
I kissed her and felt like an infant gone ‘beeby’
And pressed that sweet rose as long as I dare
So I kissed the cheek once of my innocent Pheby
And we hope to be one by the end of the year—
