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First Line: Away, let nought to love displeasing
Last Line: And I go wooing with my boys.
Subject(s): Togetherness

AWAY, let nought to love displeasing,
My Winifreda, move thy fear;
Let nought delay the heavenly blessing,
Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy care.

What tho' no grants of royal donors
With pompous titles grace our blood;
We'll shine in more substantial honours,
And to be noble we'll be good.

What tho' from fortune's lavish bounty
No mighty treasures we possess;
We'll find within our pittance plenty,
And be content without excess.

Still shall each kind returning season
Sufficient for our wishes give;
For we will live a life of reason,
And that's the only life to live.

Our name, while virtue thus we tender,
Shall sweetly sound where'er 'tis spoke:
And all the great ones much shall wonder
How they admire such little folk.

Thro' youth and age in love excelling,
We'll hand in hand together tread,
Sweet smiling peace shall crown our dwelling,
And babes, sweet smiling babes, our bed.

How shall I love the pretty creatures,
While round my knees they fondly clung;
To see them look their mother's features,
And hear them lisp their mother's tongue.

And when with envy Time transported,
Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I go wooing with my boys.

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