Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly
Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.
Roses and lillies her cheeks disclose,
But her ripe lips are more sweet than those.
Press her,
Caress her,
With blisses,
Her kisses
Dissolve us in pleasure, and soft repose
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Marian.
Full well could dance, and deftly tune the reed;In every wood his carrols sweet were known,At every wake his nimble feats were shown.When in the ring the rustic routs he threw,The damsel’s pleasures with his conquests grew;Or when aslant the cudgel threats his head,His danger smites the breast of every maid;But chief of Marian. Marian…
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