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A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassiu.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 HOw sweet is the Air, and refreshing, comes over the Neighbouring Plain; this e—ver was coun—ted a Blessing, 'mongst o—ther Enjoyments or Swains: It swee—tens our Humours, which glide in our Veins, like Streams in the Channels, and sof—ten our Strains.
〈♫〉〈♫〉How sweet is the Air, &c.
{vocal join} Chorus.
〈♫〉〈♫〉
Whilst we sing by a Fountain sur—roun—ded with Hills, and the
gen—tle Nymphs Ec—cho's does keep up the Trills.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Whilst we sing, &c.
II.
Sometimes in a Grove, as delighting,
We sit by our Sweetings in Bow'rs;
Fine Roundelays to 'em reciting,
Whilst making us Garlands of Flow'rs:
As loving as Turtles we pass the soft Hours,
No Shepherd is sullen, nor Schepherdess low'rs.
Chorus. Whilst we sing, &c.
III.
Then Laura, leave off your Despising,
Those Freedoms the Village allows;
Town-Gallants with finest devising,
Can't make you so happy a Spouse:
Like Shoots in the Spring our Passion still grows,
Our Flocks are not blither, which wantonly brows.
Chorus. Whilst we sing, &c.