PART IV. Favorite Songs, "FROM VARIOUS GARDENS CULL'D.", SONG

As musing I rang'd in the meads all alone, A beautiful creature was making her moan, The tears they were falling full fast from her eyes She pierced the air and my heart with her cries.

I gently requested the cause of her moan, She told me her sweet Senecino was gone; And in that sad posture she ever would remain, Unless her dear charmer return'd home again.

Perhaps it is some linnet, or blackbird, said I. Perhaps it is the lark that has soar'd in the sky: Come, dry up your tears, and abandon your grief, I'll bring you another that shall give you relief.

It's no blackbird, nor linnet, nor sky lark, said she, But one that is fairer by far, than all three, My sweet Senecino, for whom I now cry, Is sweeter than all the gay songsters that fly.

Adieu to Prunella, Corinna, likewise, Whom stars, and whom planets extol to the skies; Adieu! to the Opera, farewell to the ball! My charmer has gone, and a fig for you all.