The Clydesdale wedding/Go plaintive sounds

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GO PLAINTIVE SOUNDS.

Go plaintive sounds! and to the fair,
⁠My secret wounds impart,
Tell all I hope, tell all I fear,
⁠Each motion in my heart.
But she methinks is list'ning now,
⁠To some enchanting strain,
The smile that triumphs o’er her brow,
⁠Seems not to heed my pain.

Yes, plaintive sounds, yet, yet delay
⁠Howe'er my love repine,
Let that gay minute pass away,
⁠The next perhaps is thine.
Yes, plaintive sounds, no longer crost,
⁠Your griefs shall soon be o'er,
Her cheek undimpled now has lost,
⁠The smile it lately wore.

Yes, plaintive sounds, she now is yours.
⁠'Tis now your time to move;
Essoy to soften all her pow'rs,
⁠And be that softness, love
Cease plaintive sounds, your task is done
⁠That anxious tender air
Proves o'er her heart the conquest won,
⁠I see you melting there.

Return, ye smiles, return again,
⁠Return each sprightly grace,
I yield up to your charming reign,
⁠All that enchanting face.
I take no outward shew amiss,
⁠Rove where they will, her eyes,
Still let her smiles each shepherd bless,
⁠So she but hear my sighs.

FINIS.