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THE FAIR MAID AND ANGLER.
It was on a summer's morning
In the pleasant month of May, Whe Phoebus bright, he show'd his light,
To the Boyne I took my way. Most carlessly, like an Angler,
In the stream my bait I threw, When this charming lovely fair one
Appeared in my view.
In the cool shade of this harbour,
In the forenoon of the day, This maid she came a bathing
To where I chanced to stray. When I saw this maid at first.
My frame she did confound, Thus, my line and hook went with the brook,
And never yet was found.
Then I approached this damsel fair,
Saying matchless Queen of Troy, Are you Venus or Diana sent—
The Angler to decoy ; Or, you the morning star,
That rises in the east, Or, Juno bright that rules the night,
When lovers are at rest. |
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