English poem
The American Songster, Song
by Anonymous
NOW's the time for mirth and glee, Sing, and love, and laugh with me; Cupid if my theme of story: 'Tis his godship's fame and glory, How all yield unto his law! Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
O'er the grave, and o'er the gay, Cupid takes his share of play: He makes heroes quit their glory: He's the god most fam'd in story; Bending them unto his law! Ha! ha! &c.
Sly the urchin deals his darts, Without pity—piercing hearts: Cupid triumphs over passions, Not regarding modes or fashions. Firmly fix'd is Cupid's law! Ha! ha! &c.
Some may think these lines not true, But they're facts—'twixt me and you: Then, ye maids and men, be wary, How you meet before you marry: Cupid's will is solely law. Ha! ha! &c.