O Joyful morn—on pleasure bent
Down thy green slopes & fields I flew
And thro the thickest covert went
Which hid me from the public view
Nor was it shame nor was it fear
No no it was my own dear choise
I love the Brierey thicket where
Echo keeps her mocking voice
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