For thou art the man that verily can
Perform what must be done,
Both straight and tall, genteel withal;
Therefore I fhall be at your call
To marry a farmer's fon.

VI.

Dear Nelly, believe me now,
I folemnly fwear and vow,

No lords in their lives take pleasure in their wives
Like fellows that drive the plow.

For whatever they gain with labour and pain,
They don't to harlots run,

As courtiers do: I never knew
A London beau that cou'd outdo
A country farmer's son.

The Angel Woman.

WHE

I.

THEN thy beauty appears
With its graces and airs,

All bright as an angel

New dropt from the sky;

At a distance I gaze,

And am aw'd by my fears!

So ftrangely you dazzle mine eye!

II.

But when without art

Your thoughts you impart,

When your love runs in blushes

Through every vein,

When it darts from your eyes,

When it pants from your heart,

Then I know you are a woman again.

III.

There's a paffion and pride
In our fex, fhe reply'd,

And thus (might I gratify both)

I would do,

Still an angel appear

To each lover befide,

But ftill be a woman to you.

ROGER'S Courtship.

I.

YOUNG Roger came tapping

At Dolly's window,

Tumpaty, Tumpaty, Tump.

He begg'd for admittance,
She answer'd him, No;

Glumpaty, Glumpaty, Glump.

My Dolly, my dear,

Your true love is here,

Dumpaty, Dumpaty, Dump.

No, no, Roger, no,

As you came you may go,
Slumpaty, Slumpaty, Slump.

II.

Oh! what is the reason,
Dear Dolly? he cry'd:
Humpaty, &c.

That thus I am cafst off,
And unkindly deny'd?
Trumpaty, &c,

Some rival more dear

I guess has been here:
Crumpaty, &c.

Suppose there's been two, Sir, Pray what's that to you, Sir? Numpaty, &c.

III.

Oh! then with a fad look
His farewel he took :
Humpaty, &c.

And all in despair

He leap'd into the brook :

Plumpaty, &c.

His courage he cool'd,

He found himself fool'd:
Mumpaty, &c.

He swam to the shore,

And faw Dolly no more:
Rumpaty, &c.

IV.

Oh! then she recall'd,

And recall'd him again :
Humpaty, &c.

Whilft he like a madman
Ran over the plain :
Slumpaty, &c.

Determin'd to find

A damfel more kind :
Plumpaty, &c.

While Dolly afraid

She muft die an old maid :

Mumpaty, &c.

IV.

The country clown,
When he comes to town,
He values not miss

With her butterfly gown :
I tell you it won't do,
There must be a few
Bright glittering guineas,
A thousand or two,

Or he'll leave ye.

V.

Young men are grown wise,
A portion they prize,
They are done with the charms
Of your conquering eyes.

A portion they cry,
If love you would buy ;
In order to purchase,

You then must bid high,
Or live fingle.

VI.

Once bachelors, they

Did figh, whine, and pray; But ftill were put off With a fcornful delay. Down with your duft, A portion there must; Poor girls wou'd be glad To jump at a crust,

Cou'd ye get it.