The American Songster, Song

Maidens, let your lovers languish, If you'd have them constant prove; Doubts and fears, and sigh and anguish, Are the chains that fasten love.

Jockey woo'd, and I consented, Soon as e'er I heard his tale, He with conquest quite contented, Boasting, rov'd around the vale. Maidens, let your lovers, &c.

Now he doats on scornful Molly, Who rejects him with disdain; Love's a strange bewitching folly, Never pleas'd without some pain. Maidens, let your lovers, &c.