The American Songster, Song

As my cow I was milking just now in the vale, Young Alexis advanced and told a fond tale; Such a tale, gentle maidens, believe what I say, I with pleasure could wait for to hear it all day? I with pleasure could wait, I with pleasure could wait, I with pleasure could wait for to hear it all day?

Hail Florella he cry'd, now I'm happy I vow, For to see you, believe me, I came from the plough. Wilt thou have me Florella, my dearest now say? I with frowns soon reply'd I'll not hear you today.

Pray, Alexis, I said—for to try him I strove, Never come near me more, for I'm sure you don't love; Not deter'd by rough speeches, nor all I could say, Still he answer'd, with smiles, make me happy to-day.

Now, with blushes I tell, I no longer said no, But Alexis and I unto church soon did go; Ye lasses, then hear me, oh hear me I pray, Never wait for to-morrow, catch hold on to-day.