Fair maid in bedlam, or, The deceitful Irish boy/The Patriot Fair

THE PATRIOT FAIR.

WHEN young and artless as the lamb,
Which plays about its fondling dam,
Brisk, buxom, pert, and silly;
I slighted all the manly swains,
And put my virgin heart in chains,
⁠For smiling smooth fac’d Willy.

But when experience came with years,
Which rais’d my hopes and quell’d my fears,
⁠My heart was blythe and bonny,
I turn'd off every beardless youth,
So gave my word, and fix’d my truth
⁠On honest sturdy Johnny.

Next at the wake I saw the ’Squire,
For love I felt a new desire,
⁠Fond to outshine my mammy,
I sigh’d for fringes, frogs, and bea(illegible text),
For pig-tail wigs, and powder’d clothes,
⁠And silken master Sammy.

For riches next I set a flame,
Old Gripus to my cottage came,
⁠And held an amorous parley.
For music next I chanc’d to burn,
And fondly listen’d in my turn,
⁠To warbling quivering Charley.

So now alike the fools and wits,
Fops, fidlers, foreigners and cits,
⁠All struck me by rotation.
Come learn of me ye patriot fair,
Nor make a single man your care,
⁠But sigh for all the nation.