If innocent love is all your requeſt,
And you are in earneſt, I thought you were in jeſt,
I’ll adore you with pleaſure,
With kiſſes out of meaſure,
With joy, peace and pleaſure, we both ſhall be bleſt.
This couple they’re married and live very happy,
Enjoying one another with pleaſures ſo canty,
The rocks they ſhall melt,
And the mountains ſhall move,
If ever I prove falſe to the woman I love.
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THE SOLDIER’S RETURN.
When rous’d by the trumpet’s loud clangor to arms,
Reluctant I quitted Eliza’s bright charms,
Tho’ honour commanded, yet love fill’d my mind,
Ah! how could I leave the dear charmer behind?
Yet the rage of the battle with courage I try’d,
Surviv’d, while the heroes fell faſt on each ſide;
Love ſtood my protector in all the alarms,
While the ſilver-ton’d trumpet ſtill ſounded to arms.
Now olive-rob’d Peace kind advances again,
And her bleſſings diſpenſes wide over the plain;
Return’d to Eliza, we join in the throng,
Where is heard the ſoft pipe, or the heart-lifting ſong.
Each rural amuſement with rapture we try,
While the beams of contentment are found in each eye;
Love ſtood my protector in all the alarms,
While the ſilver-ton’d trumpets ſtill ſounded to arms.
What mortal like me ſo tranſcendently bleſt,
When claſp’d by my charmer with joy to her breaſt;
The laurels of conqueſt I give to the wind,
’Tis nought without love and honour combin’d:
