THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 101

When innocent pastime our pleasure did crown, Upon a green meadow or under a tree, Ere Nanny became a fine lady in town, How lovely and loving and bonny was she! Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Nanny, Let no new whim take thy fancy from me, Oh! as thou art bonny, be faithful as any, Favour thy Jemmy, favour thy Jemmy, Favour thy Jemmy, who doats upon thee.

Can the death of a linnet give Nanny the spleen, Can losing of thifles a heart aching be, Can lap dogs and monkies draw tears from those e'en, That look with indiff'rence on poor dying me? Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Nanny, Scorn to prefer a vile parrot to me, Oh! as thou art bonny, be faithful as any, Think on thy Jemmy, think on thy Jemmy, Think on thy Jemmy, who doats upon thee.

Oh! think, my dear charmer on ev'ry sweet hour That slid away softly between thee and me; Ere squirrels and beaux and their fopp'ry had pow'r To rival my love and impose upon thee. Rouse up thy reason, my beautiful Nanny, Let thy desires be all center'd in me. Oh! as thou art bonny, be prudent as any, Love thy own Jemmy, love thy own Jemmy, Love thy own Jemmy who doats upon thee.