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THE JE NE SCAI QUOI

A Song

By

William Whitehead
1715 - 1785


NOTE: A Translation of the title is: "I don't know what."

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I.

Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now,

And Cælia has undone me;

And yet I'll swear I can't tell how

The pleasing plague stole on me.
 

II.

'Tis not her face that love creates,

For there no graces revel;

'Tis not her shape, for there the fates

Have rather been uncivil.
 

III.

'Tis not her air, for sure in that

There's nothing more than common;

And all her sense is only chat

Like any other woman.
 

IV.

Her voice, her touch might give th' alarm --

'Twas both perhaps, or neither;

In short, 'twas that provoking charm

Of Cælia altogether.
 
 

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