SONG. (Two youths for my love are contending…)

Two youths for my love are contending in vain; For, do all they can, Their sufferings I rally, and laugh at their pain: Which, which is the man That deserves me the most? Let me ask of my heart, Is it Robin, who smirks, and who dresses so smart? Or Tom, honest Tom, who makes plainness his plan? Which, which is the man?

Indeed, to be prudent, and do what I ought, I do what I can:— Yet surely pappa and mamma are in fault; To a different man They, each, have advis'd me to yield up my heart: Mamma praises Robin, who dresses so smart; Pappa honest Tom, who makes plainness his plan: Which, which is the man?

Be kind then, my heart, and but point out the youth, I'll do what I can His love to return, and return it with truth; Which, which is the man? Be kind to my wishes, and point out, my heart, Is it Robin, who smirks, and who dresses so smart? Or Tom, honest Tom, who makes plainness his plan? Which, which is the man?