Blithe Colin, a pretty young swain

Blithe Colin, a pretty young swain To court me came many a mile; I bid him return back again, Tho' I wish'd him to stay a great while.

With all by which love is exprest, He studies my heart to beguile; I wish him success I protest, Tho' I tell him he'll wait a great while.

He brought me this nosegay so sweet, And thought it more pleasure than toil; I took it, reserv'd and discreet, But I'll not let him wait a great while.

He beg'd me to grant him a kiss, So earnest, he made me quite smile— Have done!—I cried,—lie! 'tis amiss; Tho' I wish'd it to last a great while.

He tells me I ought to be kind; That time all my beauties will spoil; I cross him, tho' quite of his mind, For I love he should talk a great while.

I fancy, by what he has said, My husband he'll be by his style; And when he once asks me to wed, Oh! I'll not let him wait a great while.