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From town I walk'd to take the air.
Shun smoke and noise of coaches ; I saw a lovely damsel fair,
Angling for dace and roaches.
Close by a brook, with line and hook,
Which curiously was baited, Attentively the maid did look,
While for a bite she waited.
Struck with her charms, I nearer drew,
To view the lovely creature ; The line into the brook she threw,
But Oh ! with such good nature.
When me this charming girl espied,
She seem'd intimidated ; Don't be afraid, sweet maid, I cried,
Cupid your hook has baited.
My hand and heart, sweet nymph, are thine.
If you will but accept them ; And I here to thee resign,
But die if you reject me.
This, and much more, to her I said .
She replied, she must away; Her friends would think too long she staid,
Then sweetly smil'd, and bid good-dav.