TOM AND POLLY.
As Tom and Cupid went astray,
for to pass the time away,
Tom he thought h'mself qu te happy,
while he walk’d the new moon hay;
By the brink of a crysta' river,
joining to a shady grove,
Cupid being a cunning master,
he pierc'd him with the dart of love.
A thousand goddesses surrounded,
to direct the lovely pair,
Polly’s beauty, Tom confounded,
love's passion wrought him to despair:
How to gain this lovely c eature,
you god of love pray let me know,
Must I shall I, kiss you Pol y,
still she answer’d no, no, no;
To a tavern straight he brought her,
gave her liquor of the belt,
By the hand he often shook her,
saying, I love you the best,
Poll grew warm and thought no harm,
after a harmless glass or two,
To what he said, the silly maid,
could hardly answer no no, no.
