Tho fine provd the morning O sad provd the ramble
Adown by the Willows adown by the lee
Adown by the cottage where Hedge rows of bramble
Hides it from all strangers but unlucky me
For there I espied and admird a young rosie
I lovs & had hopes in possesing the flower
Till Cupid flew laughing away with the posie
& left me the thorns which I feel at this hour
O Willows & brambles—what deamon beset me
To make me to go where your cottage arose
Yet still was you all I could hope to forget ye
But o theres no hopes in forgetting the rose
The wounds are not lightly that abscence should ease em
No no they’re so deep twill but poison the pain
Tho lifes sober autumn may wisely appease em
A pang sad Remembrance will ever retain
Hides it from all strangers but unlucky me
For there I espied and admird a young rosie
I lovs & had hopes in possesing the flower
Till Cupid flew laughing away with the posie
& left me the thorns which I feel at this hour
O Willows & brambles—what deamon beset me
To make me to go where your cottage arose
Yet still was you all I could hope to forget ye
But o theres no hopes in forgetting the rose
The wounds are not lightly that abscence should ease em
No no they’re so deep twill but poison the pain
Tho lifes sober autumn may wisely appease em
A pang sad Remembrance will ever retain
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