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Serenade, ASerenade, A
Serenade, A
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 trill`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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