THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG CXCVIII

A LEXIS, a pretty young Swain, To court me comes many a Mile; I bid him make haste back again, Tho' I wish'd him to stay a great While: With all by which Love is exprest, He studies my Heart to beguile; I wish him Success I protest, But I tell him he'll wait a great While.

He brought me a Nosegay to-Day, And vow'd 'twas more Pleasure than Toil; I took it I safely can say, And I let him not ask a great While; He begg'd me to grant him a Kiss, So earnest he made me to Smile, Have done, I cry'd, fie, 'tis amiss, But I wish'd it to last a great While.

He tells me I ought to be kind, That Time all my Beauties will soil; I cross him, tho' quite of his Mind, For I love him to talk a great While: I think such sweet Things he has said, My Coyness at last he will spoil; And when he once asks me to wed, Oh! I'll not live a Maid a great While.