Poor man's counsel, or, The married man's guide/Charming Fellow

CHARMING FELLOW.

LORD! what care I for mam or dad?
why let them ſcold and bellow;
For while I live I’ll love my lad,
he’s ſuch a charming fellow.

The laſt fair day on yonder green,
the youth he danc’d ſo well O!
So ſpruce a lad was never ſeen,
as my ſweet charming fellow.

The fair was over, night was come,
the lad was ſomewhat mellow;
Says he, my dear, I’ll ſee you home---
I thank’d the charming fellow!

We trudg’d along, the moon ſhone bright,
ſays he, my ſweeteſt Nell O!
I’ll kiſs you here by this good night,
Lord what a charming fellow.

You rogue, ſays I, you’ve ſtopp’d my breath,
ye bells ring out my knell O!
Again I’d die ſo ſweet a death,
with ſuch a charming fellow.

F I N I S.