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KISSING MY BETTY.

SUGGESTED BY "BATTLEDOOR AND SHUTTLECOCK."

WHEN Betty's lip I lately pressed,

And stole the rapture-giving kiss,

The softest transports filled my breast,

And all Love's cares were lost in bliss.

But soon I found the pleasing theft

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A sad unlucky prank had played;

Though honey on my lip it left,

It poison to my heart conveyed.

Since then, bewitching girl, you see,

Thy kisses only cause me pain;

Restore the one I gave to thee,

And I'll give back thy kiss again.

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