An Excellent New Ballad.
He's or'e the Hills and far away,
To its Own Proper Tune.
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I Must o're Lands and Seas repass,
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Face Summers Suns & Winters glass,
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Rude Hurry Cames I must endure,
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Never wake, nor Sleep, nor rest Secure,
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Where Savage Moors makes their abode
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And Humane Foot have never trode;
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There I perhaps whose years must stay
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While she I love is far away.
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Where Savage Moors make their abode,
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And Humane foot have never trode.
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There I perhaps whole years must stay,
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While she I love is far away.
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But I will leave my Heart behind,
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With her that was to me so kind,
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And if I stand, or if I fall,
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She'l keep it fast and so save all.
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Should Goddesses the Gil[?] require,
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I'le not give Ear to their Desire.
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My Dearest Love I'le not betray,
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Though she from me be far away.
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Should Goddesses, etc.
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Oft to alay my Killing Smart,
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If she give me Heart for Heart,
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Should I be toss'd from shore to shore,
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Where Tempests rage and Billows roar?
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Should I in lowly Woods remain,
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Where Might and Honour ne're reign?
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Where no Eye ne're saw he day,
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I will not think her far away
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Should I in lowly Woods, etc.
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Thus I will still where e're she be,
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Affoord my chearful Companie;
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In the dark she will prove a Light,
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In Pleasures add to may Delight,
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In Grief my Sorrow she will cure,
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In Danger from base Fear secure;
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Thus with my Soul she'l ever stay,
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Though from my Eye she's far away.
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In Grief, etc.
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And if Fate heerken to my Prayers,
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She'l hasten home to quench my Tears
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Then on the Wings of Love I'le fly;
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As Cupids Arrows through the Sky;
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No Power shal e're Severe us more,
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Should Malice split and Envy roar,
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Should all the Gods my words gain-say
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She ne're more shall be far away,
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No Power shal, etc.
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Hold, rash tongue; thou dos blasphem,
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What hath been once may be again.
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The Angry Gods may Change her heart
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And Wound it with another Dart;
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Another Object her may move
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Or she perchance may cease to love.
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Then thou must needs with Sorrow say
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I with her not farthter away;
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Another Object, etc.
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No no, she is as True as Fair;
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She'l never cease for me to care,
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Her Soul's Unspotted as heer Face,
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No Fraud can dwel with so much Grace,
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But if she must Unconstant prove,
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If she must ones forebear to Love,
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Strike me with thunder, Heav'ns I pray
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Ere farther I wish her away,
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But if she must; etc.
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For suer th could resovle to Dy,
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And to thee Shades below to Fly;
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I could encounter Fire and Sword,
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And all the Plagues Earth can affoord
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I'd chuse to suffer any thing
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That Misery or Death can bring,
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Before I Live to see the Day
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When she must farther be away,
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I[']d chuse to suffer any thing,
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That Misery or Death can bring,
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Before I live to see the day,
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When she must farther be away.
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