Margery Topping/The virgin's choice

THE VIRGIN's CHOICE.
Tune—Nansy's to the Green-wool gone,

As now my bloom comes on apace,
the swains begin to teaze me;
But two who claim the foremost place,
try different ways to please me.

To judge aright, and chuse the best,
is not so soon decided,
When both their merits are exprest,
I may be less divided.

Palemon’s flocks unnumber’d stray,
he’s rich above all measure,
Would I but smile, be kind and gay,
he'd give me all his treasure,

But then our years so disagree,
so much as I remember.
It is but May I’m sure with me,
with him it is December.

For dress and show to touch my pride,
my little heart is panting;
But then there’a something else besides,
I soon would find was wantiug,

Then Coliu thou my heart shall gain,
for thou wilt ne’er beguile me:
And grey-hair’d wealth shall plead in vain,
for thou hast most to give me.

My fancy paints thee full of charms,
thou looks so young and tender;
Love beats his new and fond alarms,
to thee I now surrender.

FINIS.