When Strephon 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.
My grandmother frowns, & protests I'm too young, with the lesson of Cupid so soon to be teaz'd, But so sweet is the honey that falls from his tongue, I laugh at my grandmam, O dear! I'm so pleas'd.
Should he ask me to wed, as he hinted to-day, when my hand he so soft & so tenderly squeez'd, He's so pretty a swain that I can't say him nay, I'm resolv'd to be marry'd, O dear! I'm so pleas'd.
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