The New Way of Gaberlunzy Man.
To its own proper Tune.
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ONce in a Morning sweet and fair
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As I went forth to take the Air,
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I spy'd a Nimph without Compare,
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was following the Gaberlunzy Man.
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I thought it had DIANA been,
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Or Nell of Troy that I had seen,
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I ask'd at her, What she did mean,
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by following the Gaberlunzy Man?
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A Council of the Gods above,
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They all convin'd and did approve,
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They all agreed, That I should love,
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and follow the Gaberlunzy Man.
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Although his Robes be not so fine,
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His Grace and Face appears divine,
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Although I were of Europe Queen,
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I'd follow the Gaberlunzy Man.
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Although he's not at my Command,
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I'll foot the Alpes and trade the Sand,
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Since I am bound in mutual Band,
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to follow the Gaberlunzy Man.
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I hope to see my Love again,
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Altho' I'm left to sigh and moan;
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I'll sell my Gown of Satain Green,
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for my own Gaberlunzy Man.
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More fine than the Pole Star above,
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On which th' uncertain Earth doth move,
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I've fix'd my Heart, I'll constant prove,
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to my dear Gaberlunzy Man.
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In Spight of Amours, in Spight of Fate,
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In Spight of those that do him hate,
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My flaming Love shall never abate
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from my dear Gaberlunzy Man.
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When first I heard, and read long since,
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He was by Birth of noble Race:
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Pity my Heart did soon convince,
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To love the Gaberlunzy Man.
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But oh! when first his Mind he told,
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He ask'd me for his Bride; Behold,
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My Virgin Blushes could not hold,
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from loving the Gaberlunzy Man.
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In Extassie of Love I grew,
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I long'd, I sigh'd, I ran, I flew;
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My Heart did burn like Wine that's new,
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to my near Gaberlunzy Man.
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Tho' Cruelty does now combine,
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To stop such heavenly Bless like mine,
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My tender Years could ne're decline,
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from my dear Gaberlunzy Man.
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With him in tranced Joys I live,
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I ease his Cares, he does not grieve,
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Just Heavens may once us both relieve,
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and bless my Gaberlunzy Man.
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All Prophets tell, This happy Year,
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Will put an End to all Dispair,
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Make Rivels from Earth disappear,
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and love my Gaberlunzy Man.
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Ne're match with Rogues to your Disgrace,
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Take Caveliers into their Place,
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Then we'll bring forth a happy Race,
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to my dear Gaberlunzy Man.
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