English poem
THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG LXXVI
by Anonymous
Let sweet MAY her Flow'rets boast, And JUNE her ripen'd Rose; Which Poets may compare to Nanny: But be mine the happy Toast, Where Sense with Beauty glows, And ev'ry Charm combines in FANNY.
Northern Shepherds oft' have sung, Their Lyres they oft' have strung, In Praise of some fair blooming Annie: But be mine the pleasing Lay, When soon the Priest shall say, Honour and love the charming FANNY.
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