Consent

In the woodbines pleasing shade, There I press'd the lovely made, Fondly told again my love, Fondly told &c. While the linnets sung above. While the linnets, &c. Turtles round were heard to coo, Whilst in softest words I woo; Fair Cleora now incline, Fair Cleora, &c. Let me take this hand of thine: Let me take, &c.

Does she then consent at last! Every anxious doubt is past; Blushing does she yield her hand, Owning nature's fond command, Catch ye winds the pleasing sound, And convey the news around, Fair Cleora does incline, Now with me her hand to join: Now with me, &c.