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.

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