SONG CC. The ROVER

In all the Sex some Charms I find; I love to try all Woman-kind, The Fair, the Smart, the Witty. The Fair, the Smart, the Witty In Cupid's Fetters, most severe, I languish'd out a long, long Year, The Slave of wanton Kitty. The Slave of wanton Kitty.

At length I broke the galling Chain, And swore that Love was endless Pain, One constant Scene of Folly. One constant, &c. I vow'd no more to wear the Yoke: But soon I felt a second Stroke, And sigh'd for blue-ey'd Molly. And sigh'd, &c.

With Tresses next of flaxen Hue, Young Jenny did my Soul subdue, That lives in yonder Valley. That lives, &c. Then Cupid threw another Snare, And caught me in the curling Hair Of little tempting Sally. Of little, &c.

Adorn'd with Charms, tho' blithe and young, My roving Heart from Bondage sprung, This Heart of yielding Mettle, This Heart of yielding Mettle. And now it wanders here and there, By Turns the Prize of brown and fair, But never more will settle. But never more will settle.