The King and the Tinkler/Tom and Polly

TOM AND POLLY.

AS Tom and Cupid went astray,
For to pass the time away,
Tom he thought himself quite happy,
While he walk’d the new moon hay:
By the brink of a chrystal river,
Joining to a shady grove;
Cupid being a cunning master,
Pierc’d him with the dart of love.

A thousand goddesses surrounded,
To divert the lovely pair,
Polly’s beauty, Tom confounded,
Love’s passion wrought him to despair;
How to gain this lovely creature,
You god of love pray let me know.
Must I, shall I, kiss you, Polly?
But she answer’d, no, no, no.

To a tavern straight he brought her.
Gave her liquor of the best,
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.

Madam your smiles are so engaging,
And your bright eyes do me confound.
Let my persuasions be prevailing,
have giv’n a mortal wound.
By the hand he softly press'd her,
Saying, My darling don't be coy,
Must I, shall I, kiss you, Polly?
Then she answer'd ay, ay, ay.

FINIS.