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Miss Caldwell's book, 1757-1790
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Celestial fair oh listen to my plaint And give relief, oh do not say you cant To heal the wound of your bright eyes hear me and treasure up my sighs End my sad woe in pity smile richer than Croesus I'd [not?] beguile In you such grace & sweet behavior Neither have I to give but an old beaver Sad is my strain pity my pain Ah give me your hand resolve & command keep not in your nose such disdain my [rose?] Your Dutifullest of Slaves
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Celestial fair oh listen to my plaint And give relief, oh do not say you cant To heal the wound of your bright eyes hear me and treasure up my sighs End my sad woe in pity smile richer than Croesus I'd [not?] beguile In you such grace & sweet behavior Neither have I to give but an old beaver Sad is my strain pity my pain Ah give me your hand resolve & command keep not in your nose such disdain my [rose?] Your Dutifullest of Slaves
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