Bonny bell (1)/Bonny Bell

BONNY BELL

In fair Edina dwelt a maid,
not of high birth, nor low,
'Tis not material when, I trow,
but 'tis not long ago
Howe’er this lass of lssses was
much for her beauty fam’d;
Each foppiing that could read or write,
her praise in verse proclaim'd;

CHORUS

This Maid she was a virgin fair,
none could her charms excel!
No rose on Sharon’s vale could e'er
compare with Bonny Bell!

For her full long did Strephon whine,
for her he rack'd his breast;
But no fond flatter could engage
this Helen of the west.
Ignaro next the fair address'd
he too a passion feign’d ;
Plutus in vain did argue his suit,
But both the maid disdain'd.

At last grave Damon made his suit,
she listen'd to his tale;
He pled a genuine virtuous love,
and virtue did prevail.
The choice approv'd, to lend his aid,
Thalius did not fail
Each vale resounded with the praise
of Damon and his Bell.
This Maid, &c