Give Me the Girl That's Kind and Free

While happy in my fair one's arms, What rapt'rous joys possessing: To gaze on woman's blooming charms, Extatic is the blessing: A virtuous girl is all my pride, Possessing wit and beauty; Blest with her love I ne'er deride, But pay respect and duty: Each free-born Lover's with should be, Give me the girl that's kind and free.

Let sops and fools still court the glass, A prey to self-opinion; My joys are center'd in my lass, I bow to love's dominion: For Nancy is the girl I love, My heart's own love's impression, Each tender moment I improve, They yielding soft confession: Each free-born Lover's with should be, Give me the girl that's kind and free.