Blaeberries, or, The highland laird's courtship to a farmer's daughter/O dear! I'm so pleas'd

O DEAR! I’M SO PLEAS’D.

When Strephon appears, how my heart pit a pat,
⁠shews the tender emotion with which it is seiz’d,
To the the shepherd’s bewitching gay innocent chat,
⁠I could listen for ever, O dear! I’m so pleas’d.

My grandmother frowns, & protests I’m too young,
⁠with the lesson of Cupid to soon to be teaz’d,
But so sweet is the honey that falls from his tongue,
⁠I laugh at my grandmam, O dear! I'm so pleas’d.

⟨Should⟩ he ask me to wed, as he hinted today,
⁠when my hand he so soft & so tenderly squeez’d,
He’s so pretty a swain that I can’t say him nay,
⁠I’m resolv’d to be marry’d, O dear! I’m so pleas’d.