Damon and Dolly

One Midsummer morn, as I stray'd thro' the grove, Young DOLLY I met by the way; I told her, her charms had subdu'd me with love, And caus'd her a while for to stay.

Silly DAMON, she cry'd, what would you be at? Your fooling give over, I pray, For all your fond wooing, your cooing and chat No longer shall make me delay.

Then I press'd her hand close, saying, Can you deny A favour so trifling as this? But still she rejected and cry'd out, Oh fye! When I stole, unperceiv'd, a sweet kiss.

With rapture I gaz'd on her delicate charms, (For I could not resist it, I vow) Then clasping her eagerly in my fond arms— Said she, I must go to my cow.

Then strait o'er the plain together we went, 'Till come to cool river's side, Where we sat ourselves down till I gain'd her consent For ever to be my true bride.

Adieu, then, ye troubles and plagues of this life! With DOLLY, I sure shall be blest; Kind Providence means for to make her my wife, And lull all our cares into rest.