The Tippling Farmer (2)/The Lover's Summons

by Anonymous

The lover's Summons.

Arise thou mistress of my heart,
and do not me disdain;
Come now and quickly take the part
of me, your conquer’d swain.

To you alone I am a slave,
there's none on earth can me cure,
The flame that in my breast I have,
for you I do endure.

Come now dear nymph and ease my heart,
of me your darling swain,
My love for you within my heart,
does constantly remain.

Now we in Hymen’s bands will wed,
our heart’s united he therefore,
ln love live without any dread,
in joys for evermore.