’Twas then, that Blaisot trembling came
And sitting by her side;
Ventur’d to declare his flame,
And ask her for his bride.
6
He told his tale of tender love,
Then on her hand he sigh’d!
Annette she blush’d, her love to prove
And with his suit complied.
7
In mutual flame, their bosoms burn,
He steals a rapt’rous kiss;
When soon old Juliannes return,
Distroy’d the lovers bliss.
8
By Farm-house door in wicker cage,
A Magpie hung to view;
Whose prattling tongue would oft assuage,
The melancholy few.
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Julianne now strict orders made,
To clean up all the plate;
Annette her orders quick obey’d
And sought the outer gate.