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Tune-"The Collier's Dochter."
Deluded swain, the pleasure / The fickle Fair can give thee, / Is but a fairy treasure, / Thy hopes will soon deceive thee: / The billows on the ocean, / The breezes idly roaming, / The cloud's uncertain motion, / They are but types of Woman.
O art thou not asham'd / To doat upon a feature? / If Man thou wouldst be nam'd, / Despise the silly creature. / Go, find an honest fellow, / Good claret set before thee, / Hold on till thou art mellow, / And then to bed in glory!