A'body's like to be married but me/Love among the roses

LOVE AMONG THE ROSES.

Young Love flew to the Paphian bow'r,
And gather'd sweets from many a flow'r,
From roses and sweet jessamine,
The lily and the eglantine.

The Graces there were culling posies,
And found young Love among the roses.
Young Love, &c.

O happy day! O joyous hour!
Compose a wreath of ev'ry flow'r;
Let's bind him to us, ne'er to sever,
Young Love shall dwell with us for ever.
Eternal spring the wreath composes,
Content's Love among the roses.
Young Love, &c.