English poem
BALLAD. (Let bards elate)
by Anonymous
Let bards elate Of Sue and Kate And Moggy take their fill o, And pleas'd rehearse In jingling verse The lass of Richmond hill o:
A lass more bright My am'rous flight, Impell'd by love's fond workings, Shall loudly sing, Like any thing, 'Tis charming Peggy Perkins.
Some men compare The favourite fair To every thing in nature; Her eyes divine Are suns that shine, And so on with each feature.
Leave, leave, ye fools, These hackneyed rules, And all such subtle quirkings, Sun, moon, and stars Are all a farce, Compared to Peggy Perkins.
Each twanging dart That through my heart From Cupid's bow has morriced, Were it a tree, Why I should be For all the world a forest;
Five hundred fops, With shrugs and hops, And leers, and smiles, and smirkings, Most willing she Would leave for me, Oh what a Peggy Perkins.
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