Excellent new song, called, The sprig of shilale, &c./The Girl of My Heart

THE GIRL OF MY HEART.

I Have parks, I have grounds,
I have deers, I have hounds,
And for ſporting a neat little cottage;
⁠I have youth, I have wealth:
⁠I have ſtrength. I have health,
Yet I mope like a beau in his dotage.

What can I want?—'Tis the girl of my heart,
⁠To ſhare thoſe treaſures with me:
For had I the wealth which the Indies impart,
⁠No pleaſure would it give to me,
Without the lovely girl of my heart
⁠The ſweet lovely girl of my heart.

My domain far extends, and ſuſtains ſocial friends,
⁠Who make muſic divinely enchanting;
We have balls, we have plays, we have routes, public days,
⁠And yet ſtill I find ſomething a-wanting.
What ſhould it be! but the girl of my heart,
⁠To ſhare thoſe treaſures with we;
And had I the wealth which the Indies impart,
⁠No pleaſure would it give me,
Without the lovely girl of my heart,
⁠The ſweet lovely girl of my heart
For what is the wealth which the Indies impart
⁠Compared to the girl of my heart?
⁠Then give me the girl of any heart,