Since Emma Caught My Roving Eye

Since Emma caught my roving eye, Since Emma fix'd my wav'ring heart, I long to smile, I scorn to sigh, But nature triumphs over art. If such the hapless moments prove, Ah! who would give his heart to love?

If frowns and sighs, and cold disdain, Be meet return for love like mine; If cruel Emma scoffs my pain, And archly wonders why I pine. If such, &c.

But should the lovely girl resent; Oh!—when I wish, and sigh, and vow, Should she with blushes smile consent, And heart for heart, well pleas'd, bestow; Should such the blissful, &c.