BALLAD. (That nature's every where the same)

That nature's every where the same, Each passing day discovers; For that in me, Some charms they see, Behold me, though a country dame, Leading a crowd of lovers.

My sporting squire to keep at bay The course I'll double over; While he, intent On a wrong scent, Shall always find me stole away When he cries 'Hark to cover.'

With new-coin'd oaths, my grenadier, May think to storm and bluster, And swear by Mars, My eyes are stars That light to love:—he'll soon find here Such stuff will ne'er pass muster.

Thus will I serve those I distrust, First laugh at, then refuse 'em. But, ah! not so The shepherd Joe:— He like Adonis look'd, when first I press'd him to my bosom.