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Cou'd I trace back the time, a much earlier date,
Since my forefathers toil'd in yon field;
Is the same that my grandfather till’d.
He dying, bequeath'd to his son a good name,
Which unsullied descended to me ; For
my child I've presero'd it, uncrimson'd with shame, And it still from a spot shall be free.
A thousand charms the lover sees
Keep two fond hearts asunder ;
Is now his cause of wonder.
My heart is
For ever and a day?
Your faith, if proof to female wiles,
You'll never play the rover;
The fond, the tender lover.
Verse for RALPH, in the Vaudville, after PATTY.
Captain Ralph, my lord will dub me,
Soon I'll mount a huge cockade ;
'Gad, I'll be a roaring blade.
If Fan shall offer once to snub me,
When in scarlet all array'd,
Frown your worst—but who's afraid !