THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 23

To ease his heart, and own his flame, Blithe Jockey to young Jenny came: But though she lov'd him passing well, She careless turn'd her spinning wheel.

Her milk-white hand he did extol; And prais'd her fingers long and small: Unusual joy her heart did feel: But still she turn'd her spinning wheel.

Then round about her slender waist He clasp'd his arms, and her embrac'd. To kiss her hand he down did kneel: But yet she turn'd her spinning wheel.

With gentle voice she bid him rise: He bless'd her neck, her lips, her eyes. Her fondness she could scarce conceal: Yet still she turn'd her spinning wheel.

Till, bolder grown, so close he press'd, His wanton thoughts she quickly guess'd; Then push'd him from her rock and reel, And angry turn'd her spinning wheel.

At length, when she began to chide, He swore he meant her for his bride: ''I'was then her love she did reveal, And threw aside her spinning wheel.