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WILLIAM	A
When I meet Peggy in my morning walk	B
She first salutes the morn then stays to talk	B
The biggest secret she will not refuse	C
But freely tells me all the village news	C
And pleas'd am I can I but haply force	D
Some new made tale to lengthen the discourse	D
For O so pleasing is her company	E
That hours like minutes in her presence fly	F
I'm happy then nor can her absence e'er	G
Raise in my heart the least distrust or fear	H
	-
ROBIN	I
When Mary meets me I find nought to say	J
She hangs her head I turn another way	J
Sometimes but never till the maid's gone by	F
Good morning faulters weaken'd by a sigh	F
Confounded I remain but yet delight	K
To look back on her till she's out of sight	K
Then then's the time that absence does torment	L
I jeer my weakness painfully repent	L
To think how well I might have then confest	L
That secret love which makes me so distrest	L
But when the maiden's vanish'd for a while	M
Recruited hopes my future hours beguile	M
I fancy then another time I'll tell	N
Which if not better will be quite as well	N
Thus days and weeks and months I've dallied o'er	G
And am no nearer than I was before	O
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WILLIAM	A
Such ways as these I ever strove to shun	I
Nor was I bashful when I first begun	I
Freely I offer'd posies to the maid	L
Which she as freely with her smiles repaid	L
Yet had I been like you afraid to own	P
My love her kindness had been still unknown	P
And now the maiden's kindness to requite	L
I strive to please her morning noon and night	L
The garland and the wreath for her I bind	L
Compos'd of all the fairest I can find	L
For her I stop the straggler going astray	J
And watch her sheep when she's not in the way	J
I fetch them up at night and shift the pen	Q
And in the morning let them out again	Q
For her in harvest when the nuts are brown	R
I take my crook to pull the branches down	R
And up the trees that dismally hang o'er	G
The deep black pond where none durst go before	O
I heedless climb as free from fear as now	S
And snatch the clusters from the topmost bough	S
Well pleas'd to risk such dangers that can prove	T
How much her William does his Peggy love	U
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ROBIN	I
I search the meadows and as well as you	V
I bind up posies and sweet garlands too	V
And if I unawares can hear exprest	V
What flower she fancies finer than the rest	V
Grow where it will I search the fields about	V
And search for't daily till I find it out	V
And when I've found it oh what tongue can tell	N
The fears and doubts which in my bosom swell	N
The schemes contriving and the plans I lay	J
How I to her the garland may convey	J
Are various indeed sometimes I start	V
Resolv'd to tell the secret of my heart	V
Vowing to make the gather'd garland prove	T
How much I languish and how much I love	U
But soon resolves and vows allay their heat	V
And timid weakness re assumes her seat	V
The garland then which I so painful sought	V
Instantly seems as if 'twere good for nought	V
Ah gaudy thing I sigh will Mary wear	W
Such foolish lumber in her auburn hair	W
Thus doubts and fears each other thought confound	V
And thus perplex'd I throw it on the ground	V
Walk from't distrest in pensive silence mourn	X
Then plan a scheme and back again return	Y
Once more the garland in my hand I take	Z
And of the best a smaller posy make	Z
Resting assur'd that such a nosegay will	A2
To gain her favour prove a better still	A2
And then my hopeful heart's from grief reviv'd	V
By this new plan so seeming well contriv'd	V
So off I go and gain the spot ah then	Q
I sneak along my heart misgives again	Q
And as I nearer draw Well now thinks I	F
I'll not speak to her but pass silent by	F
Then from my coat that precious gift I take	Z
Which I beforehand treasur'd for her sake	Z
And after all my various scheming so	B2
The flowers as worthless to the ground I throw	B2
And then if getting through the hedge bound plain	C2
Having no sense to find the same again	Q
Her little lambkins raise a piteous cry	F
Calling for help whether far off or nigh	F
It matters not can I but hear their moan	P
Of her's more tender am I than my own	P
The journey's nought at all no steps I grudge	D2
But with great pleasure to their aid I trudge	D2
Yet this is never to the maiden known	P
Nor ever done save only when alone	P
Fearing from it that other swains should prove	T
Or she herself the favour to be love	U
Though in her absence I so fond appear	H
Yet when she's there I'm careless as it were	G
Nor can I have the face although my mind	V
At the same time's most willingly inclin'd	V
To do the least kind act at all for her	G
Nor join the tale where she does interfere	H
If from her looks a smile I e'er obtain	C2
I feel o'erjoy'd but never smile again	Q
And when I hear the swains her beauty praise	E2
And try with artful fond alluring ways	E2
To snatch the posy from her swelling breast	V
And loose the ribbon round her slender waist	V
Then more familiar touch her curling hair	W
And praise her beauty as beyond compare	W
At this sad pain around my heart will sting	F2
But I ne'er look nor tell a single thing	F2

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