A most Excellent
New Ballad:
To a most Excellent New Tune, called
Young Jamey.
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YOung Jamey was a Lad
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of Royal Birth and breeding,
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With every beauty clad,
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and every Swain exceeding:
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In Shape and Face so wondrous fair,
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so charming every part,
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That every Lass upon the Green
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for Jamey had a Heart.
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In Jamey's powerful eyes
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young gods of love are playing,
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And in his face there lies
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a thousand smiles betraying:
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But oh! he dances with a grace,
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none like him e're was seen,
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No god that ever faced was
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had so Divine a Mean.
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To Jamey every Swain
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did lowly doff his Bonnet.
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And every Lass did strain
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to praise him in her Sonnet:
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The Pride of all the Youth he was,
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the glory of the Groves,
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The pleasure of each tender Lass,
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the Theam of all our loves.
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But oh unhappy fate!
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ah! curse upon Ambition,
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The busie Fopps of State
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have ruin'd his Condition;
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For glittering hope he left the Shade,
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his glorious hours are gone,
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By flattering Fools & Knaves betray'd
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poor Jamey is undone.
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