English poem
BALLAD. (Indeed, Miss, such sweet-hearts as I am)
by Anonymous
Indeed, Miss, such sweet-hearts as I am, I fancy you'll meet with but few; To love you more true I defy them, I always am thinking of you.
There are maidens would have me in plenty, Nell, Cicely, Priscilla, and Sue, But instead of all these were there twenty, I never should think but of you.
False hearts all your money may squander, And only have pleasure in view; Ne'er from you a moment I'll wander, Unless to get money for you.
The tide, when 'tis ebbing or flowing, Is not to the moon half so true; Nor my oars to their time when I'm rowing, As my heart, my fond heart, is to you.
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