Lubin's Rural Cot

Returning home, across the plain, From market, t'other day, A sudden storm of wind and rain O'ertook me by the way: With speed I tript it o'er the ground, To find some kinder spot. And from the storm a shelter found, In Lubin's rural cot.

This swain had long possess'd a flame, But modestly conceal'd; Nor 'till those fav'ring moments came, His passion e'er reveal'd: Will you consent, sweet maid, cried he, To share my humble lot; Return, my love, and mistress be, Of Lubin's rural cot.

He spoke so fair it pleas'd my mind, I blushing, answer'd yes; He swore he would be true and kind, And seal'd it with a kiss: Next day the wedding ring was bought, I all my fears forgot; And blest the day I shelter sought, In Lubin's rural cot.