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THE ROUNDELAY.

1 FORGET, forget the playful time,
2 Let every trace be done away,
3 When I with many an idle rhyme
4 Was wont to waste the summer's day.
5 Then hope was new, and love was young,
6 And fancy on her poet smil'd,
7 And as my roundelay I sung
8 The cares of life my song beguil'd.
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9 Now hope is fled, the heart grows cold,
10 And fancy wears a cypress crown;
11 The roundelay grows dull and old,
12 And all the gay delights are flown.
13 FORGET, forget the playful time,
14 Let every trace be done away,
15 When I with many an idle rhyme
16 Was wont to waste the summer's day.

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Title (in Source Edition): THE ROUNDELAY.
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Genres: 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. 112-113. 

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