[ 8 ]
I tenderly cry'd, Phillis don’t be a Prude,
But still she reply'd, I'll cry out if you're rude,
The more that I press'd her the more she cry'd no,
She struggl'd and frown'd, and said, pray let me go.
I found no entreaty could make her comply,
When ever I touch'd her, 'twas, fie Colin, fie,
So I sent for a Parson and made her my wife,
And now I am welcome to kiss her for life.
Come all you young damsels take warning by this,
Take care how too freely you part with a kiss,
Conceal for a time all the favours you can,
For that's the best way to make sure of your man.
The CHERRY GIRL, a favourite SONG.
SWEET cowslips I cry, and ground ivy I fell,
And round about London am known mighty well;
But when my sweet cowslips no longer abound,
I cry my sweet cherries a penny a pound.
But when my sweet cowslips no longer abound,
I cry my sweet cherries a penny a pound.
My green nonpariels through the winter I cry,
With one golden pippens for those that will buy;
But when the warm season of summer comes round,
I cry my sweet cherries a penny a pound.
But when my sweet cowslips, etc.
I rise with the lark and to market repair,
And the choicest of fruit in my barrow I bear;
With full honest weight, & they're all round & sound,
I cry my sweet cherries a penny a pound.
But when my sweet cowslips, etc.
Printed by J. and M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802.
