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As I walked in the woods one evening of late, A lass was deploring her hapless estate; In a languishing posture, poor maid, she appears, All swelled with her sighs and flushed with her tears; She cried and she sobbed, and I found it was all For a little of that which Harry gave Doll.
At last she broke out, wretched, she said,"Will not youth come succour a languishing maidWith what he with ease and pleasure may give,Without which, alas, poor I cannot live!Shall I never leave sighing and crying and callFor a little of that which Harry gave Doll?
"At first when I saw a young man in the place,My color would fade and then flush in my face,My breath it grew short and I shivered all o'er,My breast never popped up and down so before,I scarce knew for what, but now I find it was allFor a little of that which Harry gave Doll."
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