Part 2 — THE LASS OF RICHMOND HILL
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On Richmond Hill there lives a lass More bright than May-day morn, Whose charms all other maids surpass,— A rose without a thorn.
This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet, Has won my right good-will; I'd crowns resign to call her mine, Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
Ye zephyrs gay, that fan the air, And wanton through the grove, O, whisper to my charming fair, I die for her I love.
How happy will the shepherd be Who calls this nymph his own! O, may her choice be fixed on me! Mine's fixed on her alone.
James Upton [1670-1749]