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Ah! County
Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is
on the sea.
The lark his lay who thrill'd all day
Sits hush'd his partner nigh:
Breeze, bird, and
flower confess the hour,
But where is County Guy?
The village maid steals through the shade,
Her
shepherd's suit to hear;
To beauty shy, by lattice
high,
Sings high-born Cavalier.
The star of Love,
all stars above
Now reigns o'er earth and sky;
And
high and low the influence know--
But where is County
Guy?
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