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SONG.

1 MY mother bids me bind my hair
2 With bands of rosy hue,
3 Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare,
4 And lace my bodice blue.
5 For why, she cries, sit still and weep,
6 While others dance and play?
7 Alas! I scarce can go or creep,
8 While Lubin is away.
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9 'Tis sad to think the days are gone,
10 When those we love were near;
11 I sit upon this mossy stone,
12 And sigh when none can hear.
13 And while I spin my flaxen thread,
14 And sing my simple lay,
15 The village seems asleep, or dead,
16 Now Lubin is away.

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Title (in Source Edition): SONG.
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Poems, by Mrs. John Hunter. London: Printed for T. Payne, Mews Gate, by T. Bensley, Bolt Court, Fleet Street, 1802, pp. 110-111. 

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