The Pedlar

Come here, come here, my pretty door, Leave bus'ness, care and labor: Easter comes but once a year; Come, lads and lasses, come and bear My merry pipe and tabor.

I fell all sorts of curious wares, Tapes, garters, ribbons, laces, That give the form enchanting airs, And set off pretty faces. And then I've philters, drugs, and charms, That when the nymph's deserted, Can lure the shepherd to her arms, And make him tender-hearted.

This wonderful love-powder see; Tho' ever so hard-featur'd, To a Venus that converts each she, By making her good natur'd. This eye-water can pow'r dispens, To cure each jealous blindness, And turn to gen tous confidence, Each jarring srife to kindness,

When clouds shall wedlock's sky deface, And dim that brilliant heaven, Upon your lips this padlock place, By weary prudence given; But when, from storms and tempests free, Th' horizon looks propitious, From kindness' hand take pleasure's key, And open scenes delicious.