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Poem	ONE Spring-morning bright and fair, Roam'd a shepherdess and sang; Young and beauteous, free from care, Through the fields her clear notes rang: So, Ia, Ia! le ralla, &c. Of his lambs some two or three Thyrsis offer'd for a kiss; First she eyed him roguishly, Then for answer sang but this: So, Ia, Ia! le ralla, &c. Ribbons did the next one offer, And the third, his heart so true But, as with the lambs, the scoffer Laugh'd at heart and ribbons too,-- Still 'twas Ia! le ralla, &c. 1791.
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