Four Excellent New Songs (3)/The Considerate Nymph

THE CONSIDERATE NYMPH.

 

YOUNG Colin seeks my heart to move,
And speaks and talks so much of love,
 He'll hang or drown I fear it.
Of pangs and wounds, and pointed darts,
Of Cupid's bow, and bleeding hearts.
 I vow I cannot bear it. I vow, &c.
He says I'm pretty, mighty well,
And witty too—that's better still,
 And sensible, I swear it:
But words we know are nought but wind,
Unless he'll freely tell his mind,
 I vow I cannot bear it. I vow, &c.
The shepherd dances blythe and gay,
And sweetly on his pipe can play:
 I own I like to hear it:
But downcast looks, and hums and ha's,
So sadly pleads the lover's cause,
 I vow I cannot bear it. I vow, &c.
I wish some friendly nymph or swain,
Would bid the bashful boy speak plain,
 I'd wed him, I declare it:
Then pluck up courage like my sex.
The honest youth no more I'll vex,
 I vow and do declare it. I vow, &c.

FINIS.