II. But fhe tells me the cannot With claret agree, That the thinks of a hogfhead Whene'er she sees me : That I smell like a beast, And therefore that I Muft refolve to forsake her, Or claret, good claret deny. III. Ye gods! was e'er it known They brutishly abhor A liquor fo divine: 'Tis when we are most beasts, When like them in common, We eagerly go a-hunting For the next lewd woman. IV. Muft I leave my dear bottle, And makes me so sublime, V. But Sylvia, whom nature Love, Drink, and Debt. I. HAVE been in love, and in debt, and in drink, These many and many a year; And these are plagues enough I fhou'd think 'Twas love made me fall into drink, And drink made me fall into debt; And tho' I have struggled and strove, I cannot get out of them yet. II. There's nothing but money can cure me, "Twill pay all my debts, And remove all my lets; And my mistress, that cannot endure me, Then, then I shall fall to my loving and drinking again. The Farmer's Son. I. WEET Nelly, my heart's delight, SWE Be loving and do not flight The proffer I make, for modesty's fake, I honour your beauty bright; II. No; I am a lady gay, 'Tis very well known I may Have men of renown in country and town, Court Bridget, or Sue, Kate, Nanny, or Prue, Their loves will foon be won; But don't ye dare to speak me fair, As tho' I were at my last pray'r, To marry a farmer's fon. III. My father has riches in store, Two hundred a-year and more, Besides sheep and cows, carts, harrows, and plows, His age is above threescore: And when he gives way, then merrily I Shall have what he has won ; Both land and kine, and all shall be thine, IV. A fig for your cattle and corn, And you're but a bumpkin born. V. Be not in fuch hafte, quoth fhe, For, man, I proteft, I was but in jeft, For thou art the man that verily can VI. Dear Nelly, believe me now, I folemnly fwear and vow, No lords in their lives take pleasure in their wives For whatever they gain with labour and pain, As courtiers do: I never knew The Angel Woman. WHEN I. WHEN thy beauty appears 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. YOUNG Roger came tapping Tumpaty, Tumpaty, Tump. He begg'd for admittance, 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, II. Oh! what is the reason, That thus I am caft off, Some rival more dear I guess has been here : |