A SONG Sett by Mr. Jer: Clarke.
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Young Corydon and Phyllis
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sate in a Lovely Grove,
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contriving Crowns of Lillies,
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repeating Tales of Love,
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And Something elce but
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what I dare not, what I dare not, what I dare not name,
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(2)
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But as they were a playing,
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She ogled so the Swain,
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It sav'd her plainly saying,
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Let's kiss to ease our pain,
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And Something elce etc.
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(3)
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A thousand Times he kiss'd her,Laying her on the Green,
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But as he further press'd her,
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A pretty Legg was seen,
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And Something elce etc.
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(4)
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So many Beauties veiwing,
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His Ardour still increas'd,
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And greater Joys pursuing,
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He wander'd o'er her Breast,
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And Something elce etc.
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(5)
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A last Effort she Trying,
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His Passion to withstand,
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Cry'd but twas faintly crying,
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Pray take away your Hand,
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And Something elce etc.
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(6)
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Young Corydon grown bolder,
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The Minute wou'd improve,
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This is the Time he told her,
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To Shew you how I Love,
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And Something elce etc.
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(7)
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The Nymph seem'd almost dying,
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Disolv'd in amorous Heat,
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She kiss'd and told him Sighing,
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My Dear your Love is great,
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And Something elce etc.
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(8)
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But Phillis did recover,
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Much sooner than the Swain,
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She blushing ask'd her Lover,
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Shall we not kiss again,
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And Something elce etc.
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(9)
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Thus Love his Revels keeping,
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Till Nature at a Stand,
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From Talk they fell to Sleeping,
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Holding each others Hand,
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And Something elce etc.
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