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To these words I spoke she answered and said,
O how can you flatter a poor harmless maid,
For your tongue it runs so nimble,
It makes my heart to tremble,
And I fear you disemble my poor heart to break.

Of all my sweethearts I have had nine or ten,
Yet never a one can I fancy of them,
But if I should believe you,
And you should deceive me,
And scornfully leave me, Oh! where am I then?

These words I speak is by the Powers above,
The rocks and the mountains shall sooner remove,
And the sea shall flame on fire,
If from my love I do retire,
And there's nothing I desire, but innocent love.

If innocent love is all your request,
And you are in earnest, I thought you were in jest,
I'll adore you with pleasure,
With kisses out of measure,
With joy, peace and pleasure, we both shall be blest.

This couple they're married and live very happy,
Enjoying one another with pleasures so canty,
The rocks they shall melt,
And the mountains shall move,
If ever I prove false to the woman I love.

Text divider from 'The Contented Wife, with the Husband's Answer', a chapbook printed in Glasgow in 1802

O DEAR! I'M SO PLEAS'D.

When Strephort appears, how my heart pit a pat
shews the tender emotion with which it is seiz'd.
To the shepherd's bewitching gay innocent chat,
I could listen for ever, O dear! I'm so pleas'd.